Filling space
Comes at ease
Stretch
Squeeze
Breathe
Bleed
                    More

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Laid before me
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Never winding
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Seen so clearly
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From behind
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To speak your truth
or hold your tongue,
tomorrow's sun
rises with burden,
but the moon
Always holds it's glow.

Where has it gone?
The song I sang
To clear the rain
And start anew.

It was right here
At the start of the year
Clasped to my hands
Like a tight grip
That wouldn't let go,
But it did.
Until next year.