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life, at first sight,

felt for all it's symbolic beauty, of relic existence,

the ethereal dream,

crumbling through me,

with death,

in the end,

containing, constricting,

twisting itself into,

my tissue,

molding lifelessness, to my body,

memories are subject,

coining phrases,

in this what if,

and all but dismal,

experience,

neglected, forgotten,

left to run.

blood in my love,

the rhythm of my soul,

reaching out,

to unknown comforting,

that was never there...