A Rite Of Wrong
Mistakes can make you feel
Lingering and secluded
The present can breathe to life
Conceptions of the past
Standing on the edge of the soul
Light Effect
The sun erupted
Light rose like erosion
To wash away
The night’s collection
2:20 A.M.
There is a thief
In my house
Silent and immortal
It takes no money
Or possessions
It only robs me
Of my sleep
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