SITTING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF MORNING
AWAKE
YET SLEEPING SOUND AND STILL AS A BABY
ACHING HEART AND BROKEN PROMISES
LOOMING NIGHT CLOUDS, PURPLE, OVER YOUR SOUL
RUNNING THROUGH THE GARDEN MAZE
WE STOP TO CRY THE ENDLESS BREATH
MIND OVERFLOWING
WORDS TUMBLE OUT LIKE CHILDREN FROM A BURNING BUS
AND THE RELIEF IS THE SAME
WITH TEARS OF SADNESS ON MY LIPS
KISSING THE ANCIENT GODS
I CRY
IMPOSSIBLE ACTS OF LONELINESS
MY BODY ACHES
CONCENTRATION BROKEN
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