thoughts burn the halted, fleeting
escape of this book, aching
to be filled by you, yearning
to be taught the language
of languor and stares
to make you remember how
each day is sanctified,
how each step is offered
so we may begin, so we
may continue, so we may
defeat the loneliness
spilled by treacherous nights,
so we may endure hours
that seem empty and endless.
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