…jus’ thinkin outloud

…sometimes the only one that carries the purest of your pain, is the nights air-and you pour into it- more than you could a human soul-

and it cradles your secrets- and it tells no one- as its breeze comforts and caresses you like heavens hand-

and then you sleep…

and then you sleep-

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