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(inhale) tires on asphalt (exhale) wind through leaves night pulse try to be still calm the sounds echoing streets night breathes and sings to me the city's lullaby my heartbeat (breathe in) traffic slows (breathe out) darkness claims |
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a sanctuary lost. no longer can I stand alone. there is no comfort in solitude. my voice, once the most steadying sound in my world, no longer speaks to me. there is no shelter left for me, nor in me. I seek respite in you. turn me not away. |