the INkeeper.

lost in self, a mortal flaw

of fatalistic tell

deep in weighted solitude

a lonely drawn out hell

in space of two i fill the air

in breath of no return

in fiery want i ease the pain

with deep self searing burn

in tainted hope of what would be

and what just never should

i hold on tight to cold closed fist

wrapped tight around what could…

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