often we yield to merciless midnights,
to darkness that pin our souls
to emptiness, until avenues
are filled with nothing
but lives laced with premonitions,
yet molecules of your body
instigate a kind of fire
that refute any figure of pain your
heart can contain, because
you have finally understood –
never to walk away,
never to turn your back
on reasons your synapses
cannot unmake, on the logic it holds on to.
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