resolution
Storm
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2025 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
