lightning never ends
my reservoir descends
below the line, my mind declines
to depths without amends
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Into My Shell
lightning never ends
my reservoir descends
below the line, my mind declines
to depths without amends
instead of interacting
sometimes I retract
beneath my skin and stay therein
to keep myself intact
yet someone once would peek
beneath my covers bleak
would lure me out with fruit and sprout
then peck me on the cheek
the world right then was bold
with flavors - bright, untold
although I shook, I'd overlook
the lightning, ever gold