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And while the cities and kingdoms stretched for miles,
Vacancy reached its tendrils through ever-branching paths.
Emptiness pervaded the air with each suppressed connection,
Cancer gestated in the warmth of their fragile lust.
And it was not peace, but gloom that crept into their bed –
Exposing a naked ugliness, and nodded its leering head.
A warring triad – of absence, longing, and isolation.
Left only to love the things that leave us, mislaid creations.
Absence, longing, isolation
Absence, longing, isolation
Absence, longing, isolation
Absence, longing, isolation
And if we choose to smother urge, at least give it a grave.
A bed of roses for carnal guilt, cradling illegible names.
Love is not unclean, bestial or discrete.
Shaming our starved bodies, dying incomplete.
Dying unresolved, dying alone.
Coalescing from indifference, escaping us all with great abandon.
We would be drawn to a center, were it not for its piercing silence.
Forward, altogether – they forgot.
And one day, tired eyes eclipsed,
Closer than anyone perceived,
And falling into meager arms.
So let us become each other’s fever – rising, burning.
So let us become each other’s fever – fading, mending.
So let us become each other’s fever – rising, burning.
So let us become each other’s fever – fading, mending.
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