All that remains
tonight is everything, tonight we will be created
all
I lament
for it's my final hour of life.
And I thought
I
Praxis is the touchstone of our thought. minds inform our
cut open my actions
imped my next breathe
i cannot
Rise. (this is a new morning)
Legions of tears fall from
what have i done?
i don't understand and i don't
i used to believe you cared
i used to believe
Kiss the lips of your betrayer
how beautiful you looked the
To be blessed with the curse of self-awareness?
And to live
The wind has changed, I feel warmth from somewhere familiar.
And
i saw you staring at me with a deep regret.
In this age of fragmentation,
Selves suffer from atomism;
And all horizons
Break my fall again, every time that I stumble.
This is
the words that leave your mouth are tainted.
can't you
One at a time we're taking a bow.
I feel as
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