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| Dear Brother, sorry I didn't write. Staring from the ledge steals hours; a void merges within me. This ledge that comes before me reveals no vista I dare follow. Desire to fly faded when I couldn't sprout wings in innocence or ignorance; but I long to venture yet, set a world afire, just can't rekindle the flame inside me, even to pick up a pen, scrawl ink from my heart on mead. Would spill my blood into these cylinders, if that could color a page from ailing vision from a steepening ledge that consumes eternally. Sorry, your brother. 5.4.21 5.7.21 5.24.21 kind of conceptualized but not fully targeted what I want to depict about how we get so lost/consumed with nothing and never keep in touch with loved ones who could fill our life with joy, if we weren't pining for something more/else that is likely unattainable. |
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