Future Selves Must Wait, Apart

Music: Oran Do Cheap Breatainn
Sequenced by
Barry Taylor
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Nicholas Gordon

Future selves must wait, apart.
Old whispers I do not restrain
Roam in me wild. Only
Thus I come to live again.
Yet for now I cannot start.

One gets used to being lonely;
No one presses on the heart.
Emptiness makes room for pain.

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