Combing through times past
Contentment and smiles.
Joy and smiling eyes.
Dissapointment and staring at the ground.
Sadness, and crumbling, at the silence in the sound.
Rage and souls afire.
No black and white, in this heart of mine, in colors bright, as neon pyrotechnics fly across your skies, it burns.
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