The most ambitious it be
to replace
that bedwelling inside of me,..
If only could I nourish
from what is cold,
bedamn it frost...
Found it merely to still
the moments
where I long the most...
If only I could sense
the of nothing I were used to,
to wither you afar...
Void solely,
trace their bids to eat me
with the painful grief...
Even hatred finds its absence
to desire
just but further intense,..
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