Lane of bane.

Bearing anguish deep within

Soothes the arc in grace

Awakening life as a bliss

For everything is but a haze

Reuniting, retrieving

Leaving behind a brand

Each season in its glory

Overflowing the barren land

Remarking as useless and

A trash to the soul

Blindfolding the truth,

Angst can make you whole

Pain darker than a sword

Beautiful in its reverie

Thrusting shallow enough

For an ocean of weep to see

Drip by drip 

Until the whole is empty

Rip by rip 

Until the rib is to be

Broken yet complete

Brave yet slithery

Hurt yet composed

For the old is to bury

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    1. thank you!!:) finally!

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