all these thoughts
pouring down
welcome prayers;
the slowing
of my heart,
catching my breath.
i remain hidden
in a catatonic state
realizing opening sin
and boxed memories
rips the curtains
leaving the soul scorched.
devil in the details
all these thoughts
pouring down
welcome prayers;
the slowing
of my heart,
catching my breath.
i remain hidden
in a catatonic state
realizing opening sin
and boxed memories
rips the curtains
leaving the soul scorched.
seasons: a poetic journey 
Nice one
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Thank you again. ❄️🕊
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