in this time,
am I so made,
built again, from the trembling marrows of my bones,
to quivering fingertips,
grasping for the moment,
as it flits away,
there is no need to speak,
in this opressing silence,
and as I am built,
so today is written in every cell,
every heart beat,
preserving this,
in every…..

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