Laying completely still with my emotions exposed, cold irrational lonliness causes my soul to implode, falling into my own mental trap; my deconstruction is well constructed, dwelling intimately within my faults, I pick apart my imperfections, focused on time’s ravages upon my flesh the degradation of my musculature, and I’m forced to study what is left, Finding what needs nurturing minus distractions and the pain I see a dream reflected in a spec, the size of a grain of sand, I held it with my heart so I could recall just who I am
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