As the seasons change,
one thing
remains the same
lost,
without vision
eyes glossed,
using time
settling,
my soul is not revived
missing, forbidden
gorgeous,
while leaving lesions
shes capable
with little effort
of inescapable
remembrance
even with
casual persistence
so from,
bottom to breast
i begin to numb
for one thing remains the same
as the season change
that i,
have participated,
in an act called love
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