When I have a moment of space from you I'll gather up what you were to me
A place of solace I made, not found
In a panicked term
A quiet ravens nest I made in the center of a three-ringed circus
A violent overdose of tension that forced me to seek peace internally.
For a moment I'll look desperately to the heavens-
Like so many places before you-
And beg myself to remember.
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