It is true I seek you through my poems-- the remnants of the chimera.
You are the phosphorescence in the black night-- ice cold in
summer.
Explanation- I have to give for each and every step
to this world that never explained itself to me.
Pain- I take because its inevitable.
It comes together with the magic.
Lesser and lesser I get,
Until the veins stop
regulating and
The lifeline
shrinks
into
a
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