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stoke the flame
buried within you
fan it
with hope
and if it has gone out?
spark it again
when the sun dwindles
I'm left with a hollow feeling
what's in healing
when I still hurt
into the cistern of your soul
casting petty judgements
not of a proper mind,
I think you're fine
more drivel
like autonomic
pouring from these flapping lips
am I comfortable with silence
or can't I stand my thoughts
this is
someone else's dream
pictures of a dead sea
corpses strewn about me
living an eternity
subsiding
in irrelevancy
being begets being
bringing suffering
surrendering
a tearing of the flesh
wailing

because the air is cold
this life
is never truly lived
we're all too focused
choking down *******
and those of us that aren't
are too concerned
creating trouble
for the rest of us
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