Now comes the quiet time.

When you eat your heart out from the inside, deep breaths and long nights,

obsessive thoughts of redemption for your crime.
Then come the silent days when no one wants to know her name,

the silence is almos as loud as your regret,

then the resolution to change your ways.
circular motion.

Planetary alignment.

Emotional consignment.

Preferential emotion. 
Now back to the friends who turn their backs,

turning their backs away from you,

they turn their backs to whisper and then the fateful kiss.
Then come the lonely nights,

anxiety and pale moonlight,

abnormal  shadows along the wall,

hope for morning in the armour of this fallen night.
Time comes,

redemption appears and then disappears,

only time remains.


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