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recondite distance is,..distant
yet he is not close to me
pages turning back
over and again in my mind
immortality clasps over the emotion
undying satiation lies with eternity
self-reproach that is selfish
my own cold shoulders carrying the blame
how much death he planted in vigor
liveliness drooping supported by my shoulders
down the hall
the bells are ringing
the tears are falling
inside of him
