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
I lie here I don't count the days anymore than I count trees they're here and although real also possess speechlessness as if a ca...
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