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Mar 2016
I left behind
Love, a breath, a light, a breeze
A shallow, a drop, a sun and my mind

At this hour finally come the words
Too late now but for what it’s worth I write them down
Better outside than inside where I have kept them
Or more that they stayed, shy before the daylight
Reluctant to be written into reality

Familiar fire burning in my heart tonight
Not at ease, fighting frights
Whoever wins decides how I sleep tonight
And if I will see it turn 03.45
Beating rapid rabbit heart

It runs out from between my ribs
Out into the night, under moonlight
Pale as the skin that glistens underneath
Shaded streaks of willow leaves
Groaning branches in still air

The night I own, it owns
Skin, muscle, blood and bone
And everything I burn as I call the fire home
SN
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