Sacrificing the life of our love, falling down
without holding on, leaving faith in weeds of
derision.
Losing your way in volumes of antagonistic foes,
mistakenly thought of within while listening to
the evil of dishonest voices.
Calmly listening to interior silence, waking as
from a nightmare, not knowing what direction you
are coming from, slipping and sliding into a
labyrinth of icy depths.
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