Pencil in falling apart
There’s no time for matters of the heart
Tears need a rain check
Unknown if there are any clouds
the son is my focus
Rays that can’t penetrate a guarded heart
A slave to what was before
Why learn my name
When yours was the only one that mattered
Allowing the minute things to drain my soul
The present should’ve been the only attachment

Peaceful purgatory

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