All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
My belt loosens slowly. Reminders of you stay fresh in murky ponds of suffocating tadpoles. Wake me in the morning, when the sun shines again. It's frightening when all I know falls apart. And all I know is you. Hunger squeezes me tighter. My soul sags with exhaustion. Ashtrays fill with sleepless nights. Weeping intensifies my anxiety. Can tomorrow come without you... here today? The cheap chandelier falls on my face. The rose filled lamp explodes in my hands. Pain is unrecognizable. All I knew was you. You.
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