'Bent'
Keep an eye for when relapse steps over halo,
leave emphatic light on when mine feel unstable;
weight cast a deepening shadow,
never do I land upon mass level;
want maniacal night to remain silent,
spare head of vulturing screams sent;
wading again within the colds returning glint,
grave concerns as if careless adheres heart vent
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not all can be of mine hands strategic pinch,
then I curve
&
return bent...
soul wears marks less of continual gent.
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