The valve that holds me together
A location out of place
A thorn in the woods
The pressure of a current
A mystery worth knowing
A code worth deciphering
The blister that won’t heal
A morning that never rises
An eclipse of consciousness
A national holiday
An emotional stalemate
The stewing of celestial juices
A lapse of vision.
A tear for my forsaken stability
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
The valve that holds me together
A location out of place
A thorn in the woods
The pressure of a current
A mystery worth knowing
A code worth deciphering
The blister that won’t heal
A morning that never rises
An eclipse of consciousness
A national holiday
An emotional stalemate
The stewing of celestial juices
A lapse of vision.
A tear for my forsaken stability
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