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AL The Rune King

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The only goodbye that you ever gave me
Was an empty desk for my envious chest
Your presence; it was destined for my Ennius steps
The classroom is now a vast tomb
Filled with missing children, but it's noticeable when you disappear

My gears turn slow
Burnt holes seen across my heart that I had lost when I saw you not there
You would plot flares on your projects to bare all the nonsense
Thrown onto the ceilings lights that hovered over you and me

I know I've seen you before
We used to talk often
But we were tossed into our art to start doth
Within the walls that form our timelines
But that's how life moves
Smooth strokes from that paint brush up in your hand
You never rushed, nor demanded a land of fit
Instead in lit fires
You were hot like the hair up on your head
I remember it being red as it would warm up my stone cold heart
This choke hold, it embarks this truth

When I saw a lot of me in you, needing you; it was a thought
I caught this situation of seeing our kits as creation
What I'm facing is parallel lines, one is mine, one is yours
Our assignment is cores that we gotta build
Your small glances had all gave me trances
Where chances are high to see what romance is
But reality had spoke when our locality had broke
Your graduation; a sad animation for me

Because the only goodbye that you ever gave me
Was an empty desk for my envious chest
Your presence is gone
On a window was this angler fish that you envisioned then threw onto a canvas
Hey, I didn't plan for this
I saw your name, you wrote it down upon the desk next to stage
Perplexed with a rage, the sage resting with the strange thoughts
Of seeing you again, but I never will
I never will

The art class, its desolate
Definite lows up in this detriment blow
I was standing right there here
With care for the talent that I saw you once had
One laugh at the crafts
That I saw you draft on the solid wood
Solitude for this hollow dude
My moods details, I keep frail
Deep trails leading to a resolution but its retribution
I miss her red pollution in this classroom
Damn

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