It All Comes Out In The End

Carrying a heavy meaning,
They float low on thick air.
Slowly circling us all.
Before dissolving in to
Average mist.

Those words so burdened,
Weighted by a sadness
Wrapped intricately around.
By the strange singer
Who breathes them
To life.

In his very last
Song.

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