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
It has been a year. Some days it feels like yesterday, some days it feels like a distant dream of love. There have been tears every day...
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