Meet Me Where Your Agony Dissolves Into Silence. You’ll Hear Me Talking.

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And when he finds me cold

He kindles my heart

With a ray so sessile

reflecting over my split self

sending half of my soul

to rest in peace

the other half is here

waiting to reanimate

for it has to witness

the glimpses of The Beloved

again.