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Ruthless
Made of offerings
On course and trade left
You are telling and so lost in the noise
The noise you make
So soft in secret
Peaking around the end
You exist without context
Without someone asking you
Let the question become your motto
Beat the sky until it bleeds
Scream to the ceiling and shake the stars
For when your screams fade
I’ll hear you again
Here again
Under the green branches of the ocean waves
So entirely cold
And heal like the earth
You will be an almost whisper
Do away with what you claim to be
Be you as you will
As will I
Terrify the people
Keeping your head to the ground
I’ll bring you tea in the morning
On course and trade left
You are telling and so lost in the noise
The noise you make
So soft in secret
Peaking around the end
You exist without context
Without someone asking you
Let the question become your motto
Beat the sky until it bleeds
Scream to the ceiling and shake the stars
For when your screams fade
I’ll hear you again
Here again
Under the green branches of the ocean waves
So entirely cold
And heal like the earth
You will be an almost whisper
Do away with what you claim to be
Be you as you will
As will I
Terrify the people
Keeping your head to the ground
I’ll bring you tea in the morning
Published 28th Oct 2024
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