It seems in silence that the better things are born.
The dull ache can only tarry the coming of the morn.
Should skin be falling off while the heart is speeding?

Whispering! the note worth holding

Is the one worth needing.

Sir you have a blindspot
Buddy you’ve got an oilslick
Brother you’ve got a bloodclott
Dang right I’m love sick

Love should be sick
Only if its pregnant.
Suffering from pains of straining horizon
Love is a little one of the greater Love rising

I’ve got engines for veins
You have rockets for walkers
Our Father the Mover
The Void filling talker.

Sir should skin be falling off while the heart is speeding?

A stillness echoed, the note worth holding

Is the note worth needing.

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