Within this crevice of this comfortless sorrow,
of dark surreal in lack of amour gain,
my thoughts swirl in aspiration of no tomorrow,
to seek equanimity deprived from pain.
A presence near bearing content purpose,
provides the guiding hand to my evasion,
caresses my wounds with benevolent junction,
I imbibe his fidelity into my being.
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