in greatness she lay-

so lost-

so so lost

in a sea

of drunken rage

and apathetic

touch-

with your fingers

pulling

and mine

clenched tight

over scars

that havnt healed

though I truly

thought they

might-

and a heartbeat

that pains

in the vastness of days

through a terrible

dream

that wont stop

though I may-

in a troublesome maze

of confused

longing

for what-

I don’t know

and the knowledge

that i –

might not be

any more

might not be-

any-

more.

 

 

 

 

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