Life rhythm:
I ebb , I flow
Windows are closed and I can't find the door.
Bouncing like a dropped rubber ball
ricocheting against every wall.
Over and over I come and I go
Never finding that place to call home.
It burns and I harden like lava to rock
Ticking and chiming I run like a clock.
Running and running but staying in place
Holding back my words trying to save face.
Tears replace anger and make it all worse
I don't cry because I'm weak I cry because it hurts.
And she clung to her vintage jar of sugar crystals; as she stood on the porch to watch the thunderstorm. There's pleasure in the grayness of heavy rain clouds.
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