The Girl in the Trickling Fissure of my Heart


The apertures of your trusting eyes,

Do I remain collimated in my final emission,

Or will I suffer the effects of aberration?

A caustic burn across my chest,

The roundness of your soul,

Will you ever stay the same?

Does the image of stability

Elude you once again?

Whatever the face hides from the mask,

Live in my heart and provide the flood a victim of digression;

You are survived.

The End

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