A piece of paper blows through the door
A drift in hope, or something that screams of more
Torn like a feather between lies and fact
So long to be still… movement attracts
It’s like a breath of wave
Caressing dark and shifting shores
Attracting thought and hope and more
A dream like a kiss, a skin to shed
As I turn and twist within myself
This fear that gnaws… a new skin missed?
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