OF THE HEAVENLY EARTH,
FROM THE HELLISH PLACES.
THOUGHTS WERE A CONSTELLATION,
LIFE WAS A TRAIN OF DESPERATION.
A PROCESS SO DISSIMILAR,
A SERIES OF DISTRACTIONS.
She was a train,
Off the track.
She was a river,
Off her course.
LOOKING FOR SOLACE,
RUNNING FROM THE VOID.
IT WAS THEN WHEN SHE REALIZED
THE VOID WAS HER,
THE SOLACE WAS IN HER.
A PEACE SO CALMING.
THE SENSE OF ACCEPTANCE.
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