Repose
The phone rings at 2 am
resonating memories
fear masquerades as power
unable to sleep peacefully
as I lie waiting for the next call
in the bed you once slept
The phone rings at 2 am
When my soul is free and safe
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Schisms on top of the mountain
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continuous words drubbing in my head
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Eyes upon eyes
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Goblins of simplicity
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Never here
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All voices at once
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I have an angry cuticle
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When all is gone and there is nothing left to fill
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