i know why you cannot sleep
you lay awake
watching your plans
wrestle the ceiling
with ears facing the night
breathing heavy on your feet
i have heard you ask for directions
from a yellow razor
i know you pray to exit
wounds that breed self hatred
but, I pray for you to listen
and free your laughter
from the cold whisper
of open veins
that steal your doors
i pray for you to exist
in the quiet sound
of the many rivers
inside your smile
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