Heartbeats heard from the pit of my being
Echo pendulum of mind swinging
Something vague just something
Creeps up on my soul as do roots in the earth
My long sleeps my dreams
Break as my nails scratch my chest
Endless thread of silence tailors the rob of darkness
I fall asleep again, alone and lonely
And find myself in your garden alive
Perhaps a piece of burning char resists to die
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