release your story
there's no one here
the brain's a frantic enemy
or maybe I don't know
it must be about time now
that's the only thing it could mean
when my words start to feel
this rough around the edges
heavy with mud
take me to the stream
point me to my anger
I'm clear quartz
wash me clean
and show me to the light
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 11:57 AM UTC
release your story
there's no one here
the brain's a frantic enemy
or maybe I don't know
it must be about time now
that's the only thing it could mean
when my words start to feel
this rough around the edges
heavy with mud
take me to the stream
point me to my anger
I'm clear quartz
wash me clean
and show me to the light
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