just a little salt
for my wounds an unction for my mind there is music inside me but I can’t name the song I’m in remission, and that’s a
blessing but it’s harder to write,
and that’s ironic I’m not
complaining don’t get me wrong coz I was a madman who once swallowed lightning I suffered in wars no sane man would
fight I don’t miss the conflict but I miss the inspiration I still have that hunger I still want to write
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