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
my mother is old, my father older the hopes in my heart older too I will them to come back daily the way every day shows the way every day ...
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