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06.-.The.Breezeblock.Mix

The clock is a slow drum under my skin
White light behind my lids, the day unspools again

I count the cracks across a ceiling I can't name
Minutes like loose teeth, waiting to be claimed
Noise becomes a tide that drags me at the seam
I breathe in borrowed silence, hold it like a dream

The hours bend — they fold the same old maps
Ghost hands tracing footprints on my back

I fall through the long night, into replayed frames
Dreams stitch the past to my marrow, call my name
I wake with strangers in my mouth and iron in my veins
Not rested — merely rescued from another round of pain

Faces bloom like murals in a rain-worn throat
Old arguments sharpen into edges I can't clot
Memory is a thief, it takes the soft and keeps the scar
I barter sleep for scenes that never heal, only mar

They echo in the dark — unfinished sentences speak
Every soft remembered promise turns to a leak

I fall through the long night, where yesterday repeats
A cinema of stumbles, of hollow second beats
I wake with small rebellions frozen in my hands
Half-alive, half-broken, dragged from dreamland's strands

Sometimes the night returns what daylight stole
A ledger of the quiet things that never took control
Sometimes I drown in kindness that I never knew
And sometimes I surface clutching things that never grew

SINK
SINK
SINK

HOLD
HOLD
HOLD

I learn the shape of my sleep like a language of its own
I learn the cost of resting when the rest is not my home

I fall through the long night, but I'm learning how to breathe
To let the vivid ruin fade into a softer seam
I wake with the ache but not as a sentence to repeat
I wake and stitch the fragments — and I try to keep my feet

The clock keeps patient time; the long night bills its toll
I close my eyes with all the fragments in my hold

THE LONG NIGHT (Part 1)

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