Ember by ember,
I slowly rekindle my fate.
Outlasted and outplayed,
in the ways, of this devilish gait.
Walking straight, and staggering,
late to what late has become.
Eyes, voluntary spires, of mnemonic,
Divulge, my sweetest things, my whispers,
on notes, of everything, that sweetness brings.
Lacrimal losses aside, I've culminated in,
vital fragments, of an elastic,
never settling, vibe.
Ounces of freedom, searing surface,
my nights, imbibe, my fire.
My noose, has frayed this hour.
Succumbed to a dogged flame,
of which, may never
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