dedicated to wasting away i journey through the turmoil...
in loving memory for those that i may have once loved...
the bond that i shared with strangers dragged in soil...
and the idea has arrived, a certain concern from above...
relevant and unrelated, slow but impossible to avoid...
benevolent but hated, the bitter cup of love destroyed...
circumvent the desecrated, the ones of unclean tongues...
represent the long awaited arrival of heavens heights...
fading like isolations fire burning heavy in my lungs...
wasting away like queens, we wait for our last rites...

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