The fever, the headache, and bruises on the skin.
After Locke, the mind is an empty space between.
Sanpaku eyes, the teeth chewing a filter.
After birth, after death, the cycle, the living.
Broken fingers, the sweat, and the line is just thinning.
After finishing one, the old story is giving.
The black circles, the dark hair, the blind leading another.
After driving all night, the sleep comes with the sunrise.
The waters, the cold, the moon is still shining.
After everything else, nothing's still something.
The morning, the pillows, the hug, and the trying.
After giving a word, the keeping is loving.
Mor
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