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If I can’t capture

You

I’d feel

That I’d lost

Something that I need

And despite,

That loss necessitates possession at one time

The respite

From my thoughts

Is like the weight just comes off

Even for a while

And a river blockade

Redirects the flood

There’s so much mist

In the search for clarity

And I cant trace

The lines of impurity

That resound

In the storm

I love your bones

I die in all my dreams, and yet

I have yet to exist