Empty in four lines.

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Bleeding impossibles
I look for you within the madness
of thousands of flashes

blurred memories or fantasies
that light up my nights
dream after dream

until the morning
—scythe of fantasies—
awakens me to find myself dead

with the ashes of your name

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Mold.-

Rip me off of my childish dreams.

Pluck my wings off in the madness of asphyxia.

I’m not putting up a fight.

Intoxicate me.
Take me whole.

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