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Jan 2015
And I'd never be whole again
To feel anything
I would like to encompass my past
Light silhouetting my face
Writing this to you
One last time
My stomach as a well
Forever dropping and pulling
Being emptied out
And your depths are unknown to me
I hear an echo
In the midst of the night
Haunting my bones
My lungs to ache
Rebuilt
From ages ago
In the mist
And the lights
Stirring
There
I wait for you
And no mortal may know
Rhet Toombs
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