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This morning Has no sunshine yet Curtains still Not pulled away, and Wonders of Opening doors Gather at knobs Waiting ..

Eyes being their questionings while I cower my confidence boxes marked 'fragile' and lonely is the distance between here and being unde..

I, and door and you silent guesses of dead words as cracked charoal smoking signing circles it's salamander sway the delicate white ribbon ..

Isit nervously by death as it is coy in patience, a fated blur of thought rushes in mind as if he scrolled the way forth.. a timely conviction ..

I slip behind in passings reflected images of me on windows, grayed... detached, my soul engages more to glass homes the almost verges o..

I get absorbed inhaled by centers, grasping all its fullness, its entirety. I feel everything I feel edgelessness and fear I ..

I swim through broken glass treading and making waves of thickening mirk your hand stirs the pot I am in as there is nothing to soothe m..

I can say anything against hollow trees still and discerning rupturing disappointments one by one, two by two, a thousand by avalanches ofd..

In shadow gardens I hear you weep A stranger you have become Through weakening, through mires Steep A different stone has arose... In sti..