of afternoons that drag
of nights that magnify fears
of mornings that begin a repetition
of the entire cycle
of nights that magnify fears
of mornings that begin a repetition
of the entire cycle
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on what life meant to make out of faith
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Very nice. I'm feeling quite entangled with the truth of this poem.
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