Stuck in a cycle of distraction

Feelings shifted and repeated

Reminders of the cool derision

That a fix attempt follows

From the noise of hallowed secrets.

Set in the iced silence

Of yesterdays and before yesterdays stories

The ones untold, the history of you.

From time to fractured time

It shakes within fitted feelings

Curiously warmth buds in layered soil

Watered by clouds from the west

Drinking in the possibility of hope.

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