This Is Not America

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Snowman melting from the inside

Falcon spirals

To the ground (this could be the biggest sky)

So bloody red, tomorrow's clouds

A little piece of you

The little piece in me

Will die (this could be a miracle)

For this is not America

There was a time

A wind that blew so young

For this could be the biggest sky

And I could have the faintest idea