Existence

Even when I don’t have time… when pain un-carves my ribs
And the moon hides
Her face in tears soaking the silence of my lips
When the night pours tenderness on all darkened souls
Waiting for dawn to be free
Even then I dissolve in the ocean of my grief
Feel the wet air waking my every pore
My bare skin
A blanket of old merging with new

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