It's like some fading whisper
you feel it's breath right on the
back of your neck
and until the moon bleeds the
the first born will be the one
if I wasn't so close to you
I would probably burn into ash
a cross to accuse,a god absent
and missing the time We almost
lost the grip,that binds here to earth
the next sway of say,a dive into
the silence that's surely to make all pay....
....but nothing compares to the ache and constant grief that
you so generously offer up.
one of us has to surrender and forget the other..
©
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