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can’t escape your storm

tempest

even in my sleep

they will rename all the vengeful gods after you

good god I wish someone would talk push you off that ledge

midnight screams

the train is moving (delayed)

we have left the station but

you know he was supposed to be home months ago

back to grief

back to himself

my subconscious winces when something’s about to happen

even before the phone call

I knew you were in the water

hurricane making its way to my bedside

can hardly speak for the wind

steal my noise

steal my breath

you know & I realize in the early hours of morning

everything is not all right

but some things are