don't ask me
for what is yours -
your words
resounding
from the skin
of this temple,
for when you speak,
I find myself
lost
between your words,
in worlds uninhabited
by purpose,
busyness,
or expectation,
worlds where I live
and roam,
a free spirit
among the dead.
for what is yours -
your words
resounding
from the skin
of this temple,
for when you speak,
I find myself
lost
between your words,
in worlds uninhabited
by purpose,
busyness,
or expectation,
worlds where I live
and roam,
a free spirit
among the dead.
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