Somewhere between a prayer and a scream.
Somewhere between simplicity and nothing else to say
that place where prophets become madmen because their is no language for their experience.
Somewhere between silent and holding your hand.
Somewhere nearer to crying and sharing a drink
at those tables we've sat at so many times before.
Somewhere between a
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makes me remember the old times.
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