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who was that

who woke up in a heavy fog?

or who was that

who let the sun drop out of the sky?

there’s a hole in my head

where emotions always come rushing out.

dreams laugh

and have a glass of wine;

a silent whisper called

and there i saw her;

inhaling all my emotion.

thistle branches reached on out

and scratched the sight;

ripping the seam

of a soul.

waking only finds a handful of thorns –

to once to a king sitting high upon a throne.

then to a certain surprise

the rain came down

and caught my tears on fire;

torching my soul to ash.

a fallen sunset baptizes the works,

and repents under the falling stars.

along side, i wake along side the promise

of new sunrise perks.

who was that

who woke up in a heavy fog?

or who was that

who let the sun drop out of the sky?

there’s a hole in my head

where emotions always came rushing out

and where dreams made them real.

c.  2016 bgw

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