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None of this moves me

I should be acting but it only hurts when I stay

I let it blow through me to a different world

The letters lie open

The scars you took from wounds inflicted upon yourself

I clear up the mess and dream again

The sky is full of waves

All the thoughts, the plans, the laughter, the fears and the enemy

Adversary, the bodies, the little things, the smiles, their stories

And the accusations flow like poison into veins

The visits to the hospital, the blood and the blackness bliss

The ocean waves and the tidal graves, the grains of sand and all rules severely bent

The dreams, the drama, the trauma and the necro soul

The poems returned, the letters received and the lesson not learned

Manic notes written, read, a thousand times read, rewritten then burned

And I lead you there, I lead you all there

And I hide, abandon and forget

The sky is full of waves