Point
Midnight angel
Hold my hand
It’ll be alright
Dark clouds
Come again
We got
A little higher
Then we should have
The broken
Chaos
Round and round
We go
It’s not
Just something taken
Now we know
Owning our burdens
Is half
The battle
Were like peas
In a horrible
Same pod
Nicer then flowers
Dipped in honey
Too nice
To trust
A thread
Hanging in the air
Maybe the point
Was not to look
For the point
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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