bare witness to the rise conditions out of control preparation
in darkness
let it come. let it come,
rain darkness. bright i
seems our situation calls for blood loss
but i'll be with
Certain choices make things seem all right.
At the same time,
Your words could have held the ground up under my
A will to survive; shackled and silent.
Oppressive self-religion holds us
When your words spill, I realize them wiser than past
several have tried yet none have succeeded.
take not this tale
Since when is it over?
Overwhelmed with with defeat.
Perhaps a chance
Tracing every inch of every word we never shared.
let these
we hear them everyday.
they talk to us. they haunt us.
they
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