Palious Thatcher


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To The Breeze

The fear of the mind sitting behind these foreign eyes of mine keeps me awake.
Live to die, die to live.
No balance to emotion no happy place,
Any joy swallowed by pain,
Pain gilded by pleasure only digging a deeper and deeper hole.
Wishing for more, knowing I don’t deserve it.
To the breeze I am swept,
Only having one constant
The impact of landing will be devastating,

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