Your thought beyond imagination
complete my longing of fullfillness.
As our paths cross
the world seems to be bilnd of our content.
Then stairways of conviction
condemn my spirit.
Longing for a purpose to sojourn in life
I hear your voice of reason.
You, the absent hiatus of my soul,
rescue me as I tumble over my wrongs.
Hinder my suffocations of wanting
to flee from existance.
The parasite has not yet
extinguished my heart.
And still you are
not there.
 
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