coming clear now sharp yet brittle bones are creeking
eyes seeping
saline beaming light between the lines
pattern my skin to become a crooked tiger
glowing peach fire dim
with eyes closing leaving out mornings siren
drone it out with the cracks from the spine
music played by the most
so tender challenge to not remember
the dues owed before night sway
to chase the ballance
reaching in regret to the entrance
yearning for zion stepping out the door
aggression building layers over fake groans
there receiving left almost with belief
that it meant more then it should
weak as a cigeratte lighter
time grows short
an hour proved wishing is fiction
routine is always given
breaking the barrier of self compassion
comunicate alone
insane but safe
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