| Weight of the Mind's Periapt |
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| Pace slows to a stop |
| Fruitful vines no longer cling to thoughts |
| Firm facade, hollow inside |
| Day sheds light on this brokenness |
| Wait for the wind to cease its fervor |
| Why now do I exist to wonder? |
| You see the worst I have to offer |
| Here in your eyes I fail and falter on |
| Within your sight, the palest colors |
| Still, your allure has left me silent |
| If you surrender, I will follow |
| Into the bleakness of our constant |
