Not a sky in the cloud,
not a word on the street.
Not a word from your mouth,
just a broken belief.
A bar by the ocean
seagulls on a pier.
For the glory of nature
it's a buck more a beer.
But it's the offseason,
we're the only ones here.
It's a wound that I open.
It's a hurt I maintain.
My heart is broken,
you say it's a sprain.
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