There are demons here
That may never be buried.
Time well spent – Staring, Silent.
Each heart beat noticed.
A smile creeps across my face.
Steady, now.
Wrapped up in medium,
Thoughts fleeting with the breeze.
It’s okay to be hopeful,
Because tonight we’re the sea..
And beneath this moon no promises get broken.
Chances are slim – 7,000,000,000:1.
M.
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