Lest we leave tears on these pillows,
misery in this house, sadness in our hearts,
we have not yet missed one another to commit it,
otherwise what expunges the sponge that has soaked up
all our resentment, in the epoch when septic shock
locks our limbs as barren stems,
our fight through the dim to find our way in a lackluster day,
to truth hard fought, we are then brought, the bloody splinters
impalement are then taught,
how on a day, a day when the mist rolls away,
our polarity forfeits its clarity, anchored into a shallow bay,
our stillness distills our will, our stubborn clauses causes our
necrosis,
our tea unsweetened to induce the true taste,
our eyes open so the vision of each other is not a
waste or wasteland Perception saves our mortality
its inevitable sacrifice, that rise off your clavicle the capital of my rest,
until such time we disintegrate and arrest.
Dontrell Lovet't
-from [They Took it All Away]
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