somewhere in the eerie stillness in the bright shadowless mornings in the in-betweens the spirit haunts distractions lead to distractions the yearning becomes muddled. mute. the restless worm is confused with hunger devouring addictions to silence the soul dont look the other way tragedy is looming this river the swolen untamed beast carelessly pushing drowning reeds and rocks cutting the path drenching the soul in the icy cloudy grey |
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