my tide my shadow
few hundred words more
breakdown of wings uncalled for
dark endures
a moment the whole light
likely to gravitate
to the work world
in uncertain light
my working fearful desire
hen brooding
open mind
barriers within
a mouthful of steam
looking forward
narrative presence among decay
the absence of what defines
the wrong side of guessing impenetrable
one possibility
within hope
a mouthful of accounts
dark endures
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