Of my imperfect
Body
I bend myself
Until
The infinite pain
Of your absence
A rise
Perpetually falling
To reborn partially
At dawn
A consuming fire
Crushing the night
In silence
In crumpled sleep
Until
Exhaustion
Snatched
By its own
Emptiness
Until
The aching
Limbs
Forgetting the hours
The seasons
The Time
In stillness
Waiting
Petrifying
Exulting
Desires
Caged
Betrayed
Passion
Struggling
In the blinding light
Of its own
Reflection
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