I am a song long and hollow I sway when I close my eyes standing on a cliff - foot slip into an abyss of whimsical rhetoric I am the last tick on a 10 step check list recovery and redemption my heart held in sanctuary with a plausible view into the future I wait …
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Nothing More
Death doesn't knock before entering unexpected guest comes to call whispers gentle shush soft breeze leaving just the slightest chill on the cheek incomplete bargaining back and forth ready or not sometimes maybe no undetermined peacefulness awaiting off in the distance the unknown throws lovely shadows on us all fear not what is on the …
Trilby Yates 