Life is simply the chance to grow a soul
He is the fear I wore on Sunday.Clinging to body,Shining skin & tainted lips The shadow of thought That swept over my mind On a cloudy Monday morningHe is the break in consciousness.The elaborate patch of nothingnessThat invaded Tuesday brunch.The black nightMade silent by Wednesday graces.He is random flightThrough shades of blueOn a Thursday made freeThe fanciful visionPondered on a friday morningWith coffee & toasted bagelHe is my distractionMy lovely distraction.
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