summing up the end of day
admitting only small things
the clasp of malaise
the wake of a stare
for my old, younger self
the rest is baited prayer
speaking forever
holding peace
the rest is baited prayer
speaking forever
holding peace
in that room I have never left this body drifts away from me I've mislaid an empty head crowds have taken its words lines shudder unp...
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