Dissever
Stoical screams surmise
hold hate humble heart
and asking anger atrophic
stars shining sharp
holding jagged arms
winter wings waned
summer strokes swarm
like love lone lost
wastrels’ wounds warm
lauded electric storms
No question about the crossing of lips
The undoubted slip and breath
A gasp for life, a gasp for death
I've died a thousand deaths
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