Still

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Born in morning with jaded eyes.

Foul solitude thrashes in a thick void,

soaked in desire for the one lost at sea.

Chaos seethes below churning tumultuous worry.

The tunnel darkens but for a spark.

Hope wanes but never dies.

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Words

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Words
They ebb and flow
Azure waves crashing
Against my ears
My heart
Words
Some fleeting wisps
Dead before understood
Others thicker than blood
Unheard until too late
Words
I say them in haste
With inconsiderate passion
So I leave them unsaid
Rotting through to bone