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It started with a kiss.

And as most things like this:
But: regret –
That months later
Still cannot reflect
The shift in earth
That was and was not felt.

So, deep in wonder,
For your new found power,
To cause pain,
You flounder,
And, wistful wandered,
On the lost plain,
Desperate that you
Should feel pain.

Like fever,
Like Heat –
Under feet.
Keeps you going.
Keeps you neat.

Past unhappiness.
Past pleasure.
To the void,
Besides us all.

And the days came.
And the days came.
And never a thought
Could you claim.
Because then,
In heat,
You’d feel blame.

Blame you want
But can’t touch,
Like moth to flame.
Lost, without a name.

Out of silhouette,
In dark respect,
Came a silence.
The question you asked without violence,
As you slept.

Again. Gathered but broken.
To the morning never spoken.
The year never here,
Always just off,
Just a blur,
Always on the verge of
Falling over.

And now better,
But broken,
But not token.
A real life experience,
What you craved,
For deliverance.

Remember my friend, despite all you are, all we are, the universe will tick on, long past our departure.

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