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A silver chalice
Resting on the windowsill
May outlive my breath
Gold light so masked by hatred
Holding onto your sleeve in the dark
She knows.
The crystals that frame my heart
Melt me inside-out
Please, reach out to me, pull me
towards you, tell me that
I'm
real.
Auscultation
reveals that I am number
than you last remembered.
Listen, listen, listen, I...
My heart is beating no more.