The ground
was cold. The air had left. The trees held secrets. The grass untouched. The houses were empty. The mice had left. The dinner stopped cooking. No one was left. They had all gone. No dust would stir, the shadows completely still. He wasn’t here. She had left. The laughter was silenced. Everyday gossip was no more. Where? Where did they go? Why did they leave? The ghosts that resided wouldn’t even peep. What had happened? No trace. No trace. No trace. Not a note, not a face, not a word, not a fingerprint, not a strand of hair. As if history repeated. Gone without a trace. Yet not even the word Croatoan was left. Word Play
All these lights but I still couldn’t brighten up your day. All these pencils but you still think I’m pointless. All this tape but we still couldn’t stick together. All these keys but you still had to push my buttons. All these cars but you still couldn’t deal with me. All these glasses but you still couldn’t be clear with me. All these helmets but you were still too headstrong. All these screwdrivers but you still had to screw me over. All this bass but you still decided to drop me. All these planes but we still couldn’t soar together. All these bulbs but you still couldn’t get an idea. All these cupcakes but you still wanted to be bitter. All these coins but you still wouldn’t change. All these bones but you still don’t find me humerus. All these stools but you still couldn’t stand me. All these cables but we still couldn’t connect. All these mice but we still couldn’t click. All these brushes but still we couldn’t paint the perfect picture. All these tools but you still decided to use me. All this mouthwash but you still wanted to talk dirty. All this Braille but you still couldn’t feel me. All these cars but I still didn’t mean to drive you away. All these novels but you still couldn’t keep your word. All these knives but I still love you.
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