Collapse
Youngest
Descent did not invite
the
tenderness
your
Delicate
your
wounds
against
bedroom walls
sprawled
for.
Cascading
to
be left at distant
at
impasse
by
Stoic hearts
or
seized with mockery
from
brothers' amusement.
Bound
no matter
through
the nights
to
Trembling bewilderment.
Beneath
the sheets, at the only mercy,
Youngest
Misery...
I
begin,
collapse
into
those days,
tracing
to
your first sinking...
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