i see you threw,
my shattered paines of night,
killing me in silent dreams,
I wait for steadied light,
no rays to pass my weary head,
i pray I jaded none,
by broken, tattered,
favor stands,
but favor never runs,
torched back time,
to sear my pain,
gentle, rythmic,
it rought,
to never douse,
what time may house,
a ray of light could not.
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