Wednesday, March 22

Desolation

He walks in, she’s awake
Eyes are closed, head is grey
Thick as dust, numb as bone
Skull exposed, overthrown

Forever cast to freedom
Forever hidden fate
Soul hardened until morning
No wisdom to negate

We return, the sister home
Too much feeling, in our head
Nothing dreamt, nothing shown
Someone lost, another bred

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