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Poetry From a Broken Man, Vol 3.

1 I meditate each morning  in a circle of clear quartz  hoping that maybe  all my dark energy will be cleared  Yet I know  my love for you has me in no shape  for I'm too sensitive for this world  and the love I have  but not for me  be too kind to yourself she said  for I'm all I have here 2 Late night vibes  caught in the hallow of darkness  Empty in my feelings empty in my bed I awake each day  tears in my eyes  heavy in my heart  Mazzy star in my ears  it wont get better  not yet not now  3 Those big brown eyes I once saw love unconditional yet with those pupils dilated I see the darkness a strangers life is what will come to hold you close and kiss you softly waking up to a mistake is what I've done waking up each day alone