All my life I’ve been searching for a man with no name
Delicately, with thunder on the plain
The way we befriend shadow when there is no rain

The way they demand trust when they are no friend
The way every part of him feels like my own end

When every single second he deserves the worse death
When every single hour I will pray for such breath

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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