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He resides at arms length.
Breathing in smoke from the burning heart hidden within her chest.
He loves her with every ounce of energy he has ever harnessed,
Blessing the Earth she merely steps on.

She, so tempted by the blurring lines between love and hate,
Is stuck looking to the future through the lens of the past.

He aches when the world becomes too heavy for her.
When her knees wobble, and feet give way.
He’s blinded on the days where the sunlight feels intrusive.
Black curtains stand as fortress walls across the mid-summer window.
Until white snow slept across the yard, undisturbed.

He stopped praying many years ago,
But late at night while she weeps into her familiar pillow,
He can be heard screaming at the sky.

Please God.
Destroy my soul,
Decay my mind
But spare her heart.
Rip the demon’s grip from around her,
And set her free from the shackles of a faceless enemy.

Please God, let her write another page in her book of Untitled Love”

Starter of projects, and wielder of words. What I will do with either is beyond me. —

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