I am the
blackened thunder
The white
strips on your back
The pushing
and the pulling
The voice
that makes you crack
Yield the
pathways covered
Dripping in
your poise
Calling out
the nothing
Silent is
the noise
Brushed to
the edge
Salted open
wounds
Air falls
deeper now
Distant are
those tunes
Gathering up
Bewildered
thoughts
Shadows follow
Grounds that
haunt
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