Seemingly sudden disasters
actually developing over time
No chance of knowing

This situtation-- vague
as the expressions
that form on your face

Folding my heart into its hands
no time to cry
These tears cannot save you

I live your disease
its run through me
Empty

Radiating my maker
to defeat all that shouldn't be
Summer marked the execution process
mind, soul, body

This is forever
becoming apart of you
and me
 
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