In all things
there is a bitterness,
that time tries to hide
In all things
there is a loneliness,
coming from inside
In all things
there is a telling,
where tomorrow may be shown
In all things
there is a reckoning
—where truth and lies atone
(Dreamsleep: May,2019)
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