Division

working it out

Wind whispering through my breath
Searching for words, spoken at death
Some in the corner, where I use to sit
My favorite place, a place felt fit
Cries coming from a slight easy breeze
It's familar to me but doesn't please
Yells flying, bouncing unknown
Hits zooming through the zone
All is here, never gone
Floating about, on an on
If by chance, you should choke
It may be words torn, now sadly broke
Hate divides the whispering song
Pushing it away, some are gone
Feeling a faint touch, thinking of you
Your words surround me, bleeding through
If by chance that I may
Find you here, if that's okay
I believe you embrace my soul
Moving through me, before my fall



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