• Touching the light

    Touching the light You touch the gold in meThe underneathThe shimmering bright Sometimes it’s quietIn my heartSometimes suicidalBut you touch the light Embracing every prickly soulEvery angry thoughtEach cold dayI grow closer to my goal Of never reaching the up or over thereJust being hereClearNot being wholeAnd not minding at all

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