Piercing and purging
encompassing a soul's hope and escape
Fragile lives flee and fear
in promise of irreparability
conscious sufferings
waging war on the poor man's slumber
a forward-thinking motion
willing the ache to desist its cleaving
run run run run run, a moan
hand steady to ease the dizziness
and in that dream
you're there next to me
and it's good, good that you're there
because I never love anyone else
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