it’s there, it’s where it begins and it’s calling your name
you’ve been down there all night in a state that I cannot explain
behind grey curtains of ash from a word it was born
now smoke rises high from your head, morning mist laying dead on naked shoulders
no flowers no thorns

*_*

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