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By darwin Date: 2011 Jul 15 Comment on this Work [[2011.07.15.10.20.697]] |
| I wait for the night to pass, sleep ever elusive. The dark city calling, my soul waiting for calm. When did it last know calm, respite? The moments when it believed it was loved? Love truly being ever elusive. Promises in this modern age, sentiment through text. But I stake a claim on you for now. Hoping to mine away at your heart for gold. I would pan in your waters, waiting. Yearning in a way that I have seldom allowed myself in recent years. Ever the fool for it, hoping, that it will somehow find its way toward me. Rather than the breaking and breakdown. Perhaps the softer tissue of my heart from repeated beatings is what lets you in. The wall's fortitude somehow weakened from passing storms. You are a storm though, a quiet one. Your rains falling from time to time. I would wash my face in them as my head rises and falls on your tidal chest. |