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And days turn to nights, nights into days.
Wash away the fear left lingered in the way.
Soft thoughts slither
Like secrets that never say
Sorry for some thing forgot
Till i slightly fade
Twisted and torn
Beaten and worn
As the rancid air seeps into
The depths of my pours.
Abandon in the night
As the blistering cold splinters
Rare as the bird that prays to the winter
These new and changing circumstance bleed new life and new meaning.
So why do sit so still,
Silently screaming?