Years discount tears

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Those minisculed waves resemble my resentful, wrinkled hands
As we descend this goddamned surface
Into the oblivion called sky and the heavens.

If heaven is up, how far between droughtless clouds and void must be ventured
To respond to ancient cries of grief
Presented at that present day of mourn.

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