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Subject:Unwell
Time:10:21 pm
I am sick
Ill with eyes of jade
Overcome with this affliction
Tremoring as the congregation stands

You are the spirit

You are the creator

I am the crippled wings
You once so loved

Tortured and barren
Beyond all glory
A recollection of eras past
Does not bring forth your affinity

I am the defeated
Your disregarded

I am sick
Feverish in this anxiety
Undone by my condition
Trembling, with all eyes bearing down

You are the passion

You are the countenance

I am the fray in bonds
Of this sanctity

Weakened, irresolute
Awaiting the irreparable tear
Middle ground unattainable
Yet so far the distance traveled

I am the discarded
Your everything


I am unwell
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