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Accepting
I don't have many secrets,
everything is woven in my words.
The torrential ebb and fall of my love life, the careless, unforgiving winds of the storm.
There is much to be said of the heart building heavy in this chest.
The way it wretches me from one isle to the next, loves in passing the gentle kisses of the past.
It is a haunted lisp to speak, to admit that you are weak.
To know the pains are the result of a wandering mind.
Branding oneself with the scars of creation...feeling unfamilar grounds in your soul.
Fright is a sword embeded in this life one can not lift in its arms.
Shake to the beat of longing for what may always remain on your out skirts
everything is woven in my words.
The torrential ebb and fall of my love life, the careless, unforgiving winds of the storm.
There is much to be said of the heart building heavy in this chest.
The way it wretches me from one isle to the next, loves in passing the gentle kisses of the past.
It is a haunted lisp to speak, to admit that you are weak.
To know the pains are the result of a wandering mind.
Branding oneself with the scars of creation...feeling unfamilar grounds in your soul.
Fright is a sword embeded in this life one can not lift in its arms.
Shake to the beat of longing for what may always remain on your out skirts
Published 4th Jan 2019
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