with sublime Rhyme
let the poetry flow
to and fro
bleeding out of
Heaven above
Cry out my child
this wind is mild
but scalds the skin
i feel you deep within
carved in the writings
hidden beneath my skin
etched upon my heart
healed by your whispers
hidden in the dark
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silence
pressing forward
breathing deep
running hiding
finding
dying
steal my breath
deep inside this omnipresent guest
sleep i find
goodnight
lost in my mind
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