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[sgriobhaiche]

opression
light breaks
so does, a weary heart
knowledge, like bread dough
rises and expands
even when it is beaten down
tastes like regret, like hope
future unknown
but cracked light
like fragments of mirror
show me as i am
in peices
there my mind, and there
my heart
and there my wrinkled skin
where it creases my eyes
when i laugh, when i cry
chronology of decay
i wait for time to pass