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Dec 2013
I’m just ready to fall over
To find myself in a shade of lost
So tired, melt into what nothing is
And reel in my fate

I can’t though, my death,
My greatest compromise
My bleeding heart, one that bleeds for all,
Raze and tear, my heart
Die and whither as you always have
And always will

But for now, just rest
Yearn for that peace,
But settle for living in a restlessness
Called rest
Just a slower pace
Slower, but always going
Until it stops

Until a wave of all I’ve ever hoped for
Comes to wash my experiences my thoughts
Just for some peace

You sleep when you don’t love
I love a lot
Written by
Harold Bracy  Maine
(Maine)   
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