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By many years

admonished

of the winter

awaiting me

forward I would go

to be amorphous

with haste I’d see

a world of me

Departing

Night arriving

Nothing

Calloused by losses accumulating

Thrust upon me dark worlds

Thrust upon me

a dark world

I was too tender

to see

What was within me

to lie and deceive

prizes gained would be

in no way to stay

with me

Continuously wrenched in pains

familiar as my veins

ahead I’d see

my pains away

from me