Sleep with words all hidden;
Cant be dealt with after bitten.
Silence takes my mind too far;
And yet still i try to par.
Breath of wind in my face;
I start to take a certain pace.
Fingers light, pull my hand;
Makes a strong holding band.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
Sleep with words all hidden;
Cant be dealt with after bitten.
Silence takes my mind too far;
And yet still i try to par.
Breath of wind in my face;
I start to take a certain pace.
Fingers light, pull my hand;
Makes a strong holding band.
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