I was at the edge of hope
The precise purity of the unforgivably
Past and (present?) beginning to realize all I wanted was him
I was bleeding for a beginning,
Life and him to notice
As I began to notice my own subsequent
Trembling
That went down like an old, cold air dropped into a drain pipe.
The facet of my understanding
began to shape that there were just some things
irrefutable.
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