rust the night.

standing still in deadened halt

at walls no one can see

laying down my unsheathed sword

at dried up stormy sea

hold my hands

here out to spell

those words i never said

and lay my heart down on soft ground

in dreams alive

and dead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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