A hard gray sky
Broke over November
Like a sudden goodbye
It hit way too hard
Sunlight through cracks
More of a trickle
Couldn't stay intact
The clouds got too brittle
The days went unmoved
Somber mood notwithstanding
Pleas misconstrued
Collapsed on the ground
Mission unknown
Failed in the telling
November-ward blown
To the loneliness isle.
Therefore,
Schmitty
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It doesn't have to make sense, as long as it sounds cool. ;-)
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