I lost weight and lost a soul, a hidden capture
Of my flesh, who shared my shadow's emptiness;
Camouflaged inside my frame, and all my cells
were His domain..
I lost time and memories, left them behind
In some bad dream, though none could tell me
What they mean; once upon a time,
Still sane..
A spirit is a heavy thing, half of mist and half
Of steam, the weight we carry without leaning;
But when it's gone it leaves a feeling, all the
New-shorn nerves sit reeling..
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