Slumber that Bleeds like rain
flowing through veins
with pressure and pain
falling like rain
crashing on hot pavement
like gravel writhing
driving through unknown chasms
lies protect larger organs
from bursting, or imploding
walls that never die
souls that refuse to be free
the salt stains warming
flying into a long awaited slumber
resting in each moment
meditating upon what else to ponder
fleeing
flaking
run..
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