oh midnight prophets
and
tired old tendencies in (the evening) i
feel
so new
in the moment
of
most remorse and
somehow faulty/calm
overtakes
me (oh mercy)
kindness
take me
on a trip,
somewhere
warm and drippy...
all the happy
songs you sang to me
mean
nothing now.
you travel cross country,
as
flighty as the snow,
toward the reasons
i believed in you
and
the powerless boils
of
calm
that rose
within my heart...
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