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Don't worry about me
I have just enough oxygen left
What is good morning even mean
When you never sleep?
Yellow embryos famished
Shadows gnarled oak
Thickets of winter ambush my walking feet
Wooded ghosts begin to appear
Thinking of surrendering to death, So I can feel alive
Unbalanced earth swarming and sunken
Living in the corners with the voices  
Covered in patchwork and books
The dance with death is relentless
Music drowns the room as our bodies
     sway like the tide.
The audacity to stay in someone's life
   just to become a fantasy,
    Hoping prayers can be granted just by  a press of a button

         As the rain tasted like yesterday's memories.
I've been dying for reality the whole time when the moment you left
Humanitys clutch is invading my mind, mentally departing
Hidden truths spark a surge flashing by
The thread of peace and fate nourish my spirit
Writing on the sea the doctrine of truth
Marigold scars woven into the tree of life
Motherpeace take a breath binge on isomnia nests
Surrounded by the great lakes
Perhaps this is why I feel like I'm drowning
#Winter Blues
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