Talk about
Your doomesday state of mind
All the colour from the sunrise
Fades…
Worn through
Bleached out
I’m cut open
Like the emptiness inside of this room
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She says
Tell me again
How I’m too much
And never enough
And
The way we landed
From sky high
To these trenches
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They said we would always have ….
And they said
Even gods and angels
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The hurricane is coming
How hungry will you be
Esau sold his birthright for a bowl of stew
Jacob wrestled God until morning
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It feels like a 100 lb anvil in the center of my chest
I keep looking for truth
Keep looking for you
But all I see
Is these rains
These days
This hurricane
Regarding Samuel 