The night time was always hallow, bare,
where I'd bower my head and a doubly fair,
of nothing would be floating through,
the night time sky of grey and blue.
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How time differs from the rain
How it it is loud but feathered mute
As though a windmill churns your insides
As rain water inside it leaks
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A timid man with a whole hole in his heart,
the birds powering inside of him,
and all that was a praying monster,
sit, sitting peacefully.
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Black your heart-
your heart is hallow-
a cave for me to fly into-
where I sleep tomorrow.
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</>Season soon arrives,
this that there place of cold,
running through us like a knife that cuts,
getting the better of us.
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I am the child,
the woman becoming.
I am the rain,
the shelter I am seeking,
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The man next door in the car,
not speaking in a way of laughter,
just speaking, to his wife.
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Laughter is something that I see,
the man in-front of me,
laughing, always meaninglessly,
acting what I never want to be.
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Oh I remember when my dreams were still alive,
how daily you'd angel me and save my life,
but now out of the window looking-
thinking about my future-
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