Trapped
In a world of stars
Split moment of sun, dark home
Clutch air, bitter tears
Heart given freely,
Taken away
Web of lies,
No matter the fight
Lost
In framework of function
All I want to be - at once
Nothing!
Destitute, shadows twisting
curling feathers in
This lonely waste
Of me,
for me,
pain instituted by me
Benedictine.
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