Walking around in the empty... Taking in the feel of what failed to continue to make the heart happy... Reaching to touch the tenderness left that healed the tips of fingers... Finding self captivated by the way of the soothe in which the release lingers... Taking to the remains of pains that's come back to remenise with the mind... Noticing the cuts that have made scars as the body keeps moving along with life... Jus opened space entertaining the thrill of an old friend to come n remind the forgotten swing... All to it's own in the dark without a candle to ignite the explosion at the beginnings of yet another fling... Behind the door in the center of the tuck hidden away is the depths sending requests of a friend... Unable to give a response as the locks click listening to the tumbler insist... Alone in solitude sits the real me in time out in the final stages of piecing together worth... Never again to ever fall to hands as checking in only hurts...
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