will

way

everything in-between

softness and not

breathing

it takes effort

gray minded

of fear

shielded by

and doubt

calmly protecting

the unspeakable void between

as if morning actually brought anything

like sad smiles

blind eyes

deaf ears

roses without thorns

'tis to be

frivolous

asinine

sweet

weak

no more lines in sand

of sand

made of

created by

distorted permanently by

misused, disused and confused by

a single droplet of water

and the crumbling that followed

as though it was meant to be understood

it wasn't ever meant to be good

just good enough

and worse yet

never bad enough

to give you permission

to ever sleep

just

never sleep

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