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Walk along this empty road
My days are filled with strength and hope
I build myself an exit
And a new home
I worry of the future,
I remember I’m doing nothing wrong
And if it comes down to a war
I am strong enough
There will be a time to roam the night
There will be a time to catch a wave
Light a plant and seep into the skies
There will be a time to kiss my yin and make peace with my yang
—
for now, the nights seem quiet
waiting for a drop of blood
my stubborn body can’t let go still
of the physical realm
of his absent touch













