little pieces of morning that slid through eyes
found place in all too potent dreams of
hurt and, trapped, so trapped
violent escapes, fighting
just to be

struggling beneath the way things are
sun blinds eye that can only
see how you'll never know what you need
when lives and stars clash crash cast
glances, towards death's light

closed lid awakening, if only
he had been there
when i slept
hard loss

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