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Superficial bonds,

frost patterns on the surface.

Tenuous streams

left in winters passing.

We hungry children

traveled....

too far, too tired for sleep.

Anxiety at least is

a feeling.

A kite wind flight

that you know is real.

Self-reclusion comes

with the droning sound

of poison.

Wearing away the

what is

'til nothing is born.

The absence of light

makes moot 

the root of the mirrored soul.