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'This quietude I cherish
But the ringing in my ears'
Ripples in the fabric, flowing
Outward from the core
Where I'd discarded my yearning
And swam back to shore
Waking to the same dark
That last night felled me
Between blades of the fan
A shade only I see
Four years
And nothing has changed
Still days
Saw the dusk on the pane
Every brief encounter is dry
Different song, same score
Grueling to find anything I
Enjoy anymore
You found me on the back
Of that hand he kissed
But that regret I lack
Left spite on your wrist
Four years
And I never changed
Don't say
They refined me with age
Infrequently, I would return
The trail stretched on further
Now indistinguishable turns
From the wilderness I much prefer
'A stranger arrives again
To bury those who'd forgotten him'
Published 7th Aug 2017
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7th Aug 2017 8:37pm
Depicts an indelible image of loneliness, fear, anger and sorrow. With a underlining of comfort inside of it all. Well done. Do you mind if I save this?
7th Aug 2017 8:40pm
7th Aug 2017 8:41pm
