A glass of water

Little graces

Every time my body misbehave

Sweetness running free

Peace is released inside of me

A horrific touch of awareness

For a fucked up unconscious reality

Can you wake me?

Can you wake up?

Little glories

Washing down every impurity

The traces of agony are killing me

Let me drink a sip of sobriety

All this talking

All this thinking

Just for a simple glass

Of liquid grace.

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