this fire inside
will melt me
to water,
that will rise
and erase
one such night
that turns
me into
something
that am not.
It will happen.
yes it will
Awake all night on knees.... gave away those doors and keys... walking with winter blues.... Left home with a pair of jeans....Hands searching for warmth in cold.... mingled with dreams inside.... empty pockets and empty she... with the chilly wind besides... the puppet walks away tonight.
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