.days on end
windows I'm changing
silent hands
like its a virtue
holding on to damaged truth
like its a weapon
meant to hurt you
shouldn't care
a wooden chair>cracks its knuckles
restless midnight
wind blows worthless
turn the lights off
cursed the one small.
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