8pm. Half awake.
Sonic ringing in my skull like sonar.
Crash through your words that splinter.
Deadening my star.
Sweeping up my sparks.
Picking the petals of me into nothing.
I curl back into tomorrow.
Soaking in the dew of innocence.
8pm. Half awake.
Sonic ringing in my skull like sonar.
Crash through your words that splinter.
Deadening my star.
Sweeping up my sparks.
Picking the petals of me into nothing.
I curl back into tomorrow.
Soaking in the dew of innocence.
Havoc and Consequence 
Wow! … utter devastation … but I like the escape at the end …. the dew of innocence …. very nice … I think everyone has felt that way sometimes … but perhaps not with that escape hatch … good you added that …
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The safety hatch of self, we can always return there for the much needed self love.
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