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The End of all Tomarrows by Cory Carr Waves crash on rocks, Wind tethers my hair, Cold on my skin, I can't breath tonight. I've waited so long, It's come to this, The sound of the trees, Is my moonlit epitaph. I am waited down, Down in the deep, My lungs will burn, Face down I drift far away. I can see the sun rising from below, I watch the sunrise for a day that will never come. < BACK |