I’ve already fumbled all the passes
We can never be introduced
The guarded temple
Electrocuted every visitor
Armor of steel was lighter than your heart
I revealed my anguish
Stricken to the vocals of disarray
Communication became a game of operation
The finest surgeons avoided the task
The exchange tilled the land
Every time the lids shut
I ran deep into the forest
Your spirit was the a bisque
Landed in splitting form
The spoon to the winter remedy
Curating and sorting through the negative
Positively induced in this birthing
Questions became riddles in redirection
The omen choked the blessing
Affectionately tampering with lonely
Avoiding the presence of comradery
Explanations rode the taunt of possibility
Wishing in conjunction with reality
Deflecting preference consumed with the target
Fate sautéed uneasiness without freedom
I accept this exit
Stalling in your entrance
Peace signs of resonance
Distinguished from your previous
The softest kiss to seal this providence.
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