the night is always darkest just
before dawn, so let me cast all
the piercing stares and pointless
arguments from whence
the gaping void between
what is left of us emerged,
a line that breaks, a sigh halted,
a pure abstract that resemble
my heart, let me go back
to endless beginnings and
deaths that resurrect
all the good i know, unaltered,
unchanged, unmasked, your stares
that make the flowers unravel.
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