Cargo a trunk of memories that lie buried
yours in my soul
involving moons
walked together and the agony that drove my composure.
I hope inflate inert
believing that eternal love,
more turned my stark reality
when my pump broke inside.
Then
oxide chains that bound me to this illusion,
emerging from a ferocious tornado moved
wrenching moan.
While
burn wound that eats daily a corner of my heart.
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