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August 5th

 

Near death I lay

 

A cold broken thing

 

Alone

 

Red tears

 

forming

 

an eclipse

 

over

 

rational

 

mind

 

Absorbting

 

the warmth

 

remaining

 

Waiting for

 

absolutions

 

which will

 

never come

 

Smothering hold

 

upon reality

 

innocence

 

among forgotten

 

souls

 

Lies stabbing

 

the reputation

 

in which I live

 

by

 

Lying desolate

 

I see

 

for the first time

 

Light

 

.

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