Friendship
- al
- Nov 9, 2017
- 1 min read
Updated: Oct 21, 2020
My skeletal faith in tomorrow was tested yesterday.
In the moments I remember, long before I pray.
In the first half of the morning when I'm half awake.
I sit and write in solitude, shades of dawn grow bright.
Riddled, mined and ruined.
Moments are fixed and forgotten.
Undermined for tunes.
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