RecluseA Poem by Sleep Practice
a familiar sound lingers
a familiar scent takes you away
your breath fogs the glass while you drown in the uncertainty of your own thoughts the only relief you find in the furthest reaches of your mind when you dream when you stop bracing against the future that isn't falling when you stop pulling yourself down and when thoughts aren't appalling © 2020 Sleep Practice |
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Added on December 18, 2017 Last Updated on July 29, 2020 Author
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