cody passey

Inside each tear
I shed tonight
Resides emotion
Unwavering and bright
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My name is low
My sight is dim
My feet are cold
My neck is thin
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Amid aspirations
both swollen and lost
Are benefits garnered
not smitten with cost
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She holds up her hand
Block the window, last lashes of daybreak shake her slumber.
Somehow she wakes
Beyond that from sleeping when I never woke.
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I rest
I realize the not.
I ease upon what is,
I rest.
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In oil and steam
In liue of air,
Found cardboard stairs
And morning green.
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