Simplicity

 “The moon has swollen to block the sun, so think of me when darkness comes."

A future speech of simple thought. From simple man, yet so distraught.
Cry simple tears, from soulless eyes. I dread the day of our goodbyes.
But simple words cannot convey the simple pain I’ll feel that day.
So should this day dare ever come, watch me as I come undone.
Dig a grave for a poisoned dove, and say goodbye to simple love.

The End

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