Descent
Heat, whispering along a sea of unrecognizable eyes,
Stirring within a yearning for indecipherable passion,
Fattened by icy vessels sightless but seen,
Howling along the depleting depths of debt,
Clamoring with binding temper,
Justified in the shapeless remarks of a cynic,
Assaulting the frail limbs drowned by mistakes.
The fire dies out as its bearer descends into
Treachery.
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