the line

woke up, woke up to a sweet coming home. tears still unshed from a long nights sojourn.  curled up into a single piece, cold feet, warm hearts, folded effortlessly. always a line,  not sure which side, to come to a place where the gentle wind wins. walk through the thoughts, the steam and the fight and end up as we do, just this side of fusion. hold on to the moment towards long days end, and meet further up the line to breathe once again.

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