I miss you.
my heart still beats.
is it possible
that it hasn't all been
dashed against the rocks of time...
my ears still yearn.
hearing brings delight
to a soul twisted and ravaged
by inconsistencies and blame.
constellations await
new light and fire.
skipping beats
trip a heart yet,
somehow, save a soul.
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