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Morphological,.. Or all in...

Dead air....

I used to hide, within the night.

When the darkness, was my friend.

Spilling warm tears, on frozen cheeks.

Sitting within a ....

Silent misery, that ruled, my life.

For....

When dreams, have turned, to dust.

And the winds and rain, have cleansed, natures canvas.

What is there......?

I was left with a loneliness....

I shared.... only with the moon.

And the forgotten music, that the voices sang.

Inside

My head......

Giajl © Jim Love