the soul thought firmly set
until love ransacked it blind
lungs, tendons, heart and all
the spirit ethered off
left but bled-out tissues
their fate the colour of mud
adamant to carve through
a paring knife, twist-gnawing
right where soul meets bone
nights like these engulf the dark make an anomaly of light alter the perception of loss nights like these will turn you blind if you ever ...
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