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A Telegram From My Floor
There are places in my ceiling
Where I can still find meaning
There are places on the floor
Where I don't feel so alone
There are spaces in my mind
Where I am serene and light
There are places in my soul
That do not suffer holes
There is not much left of me to find
There are places in my ceiling
Where I can still find meaning
There are places on the floor
Where I don't feel so alone
That is where a lay
For some blessing I await
The hidden purpose slips away
Now I dream of when I will awake
There is not much left of me to find
The moments here are a feigned kind
And all of it timed
There are places I could go
Wonder if one would help me know
If under water i could breathe at all
If under water I could breathe at all
If under water I could breathe at all
