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Sep 2018
The space before sleep after sleep before waking
The heat of reluctance
To take up this day
As it denies my offers
My pleading.
My rage
What good is one lifetime.
With so much to do
I will not take part
With so much to lose.

And day lends its cover to blankets of lies
So I turn my face inwards
In slumber I rise.

And when I'm not flying
This view from above
And when I'm not crawling
Caress underworld,
I float through these corridors
Riding on ether
And with formless eyes
Am forced to bear witness.

For it is not for nothing
I possess such sight
It pierces through ribcage
locked doors
And locked eyes,
Pinched goodly faces
Residual cries

SoI prepare for this task
Of monstrous proportion,
Bow to my duty
Acknowledge exchange.

I pray for some falter
Some glimmer of doubt,
But it still never comes
And my time's running out
Written by
   Mya, Fawn, Smoke Scribe, Santita and ---
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