In the stillness between the horizons,
Of hurtful calm and painless war.
I screamed for the chosing of what hurts…
In reversal.
I searched for a dim in hell,
Where all my memories are eaten up,
Rather than a smile in heaven,
Where all my memories still hunt.
I crave for the agonizing sweat to push forth my memories,
For swamps to eat away.
And, maybe–
Just, maybe…
What I needed was the beauty,
And strand…
Of the heaven in hell.
Where I can be.
The squashed full tender of no worries.
Let me be the tender there.
Please…
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