but they are lost to me in these winds of change.
long nights have set their chill into my bones.
(I carry the knife with me, always.
I carry your heart with me, always).
beating me endlessly against the sand.
that unavoidable expectation).
the water turned stagnant from lack of sun.
There are no shadows, just infinite rivers of ink.
(I carry the knife with me, always.
I can still taste the love I left on your tongue.
I can still feel your soul buried in my spine).
the beginning, ceaselessly.
blood dripping from my hands, inescapable).
I wake.
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