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its gone
there's not even
an aftertaste
just a tired shell with a mind on zero
disappearing and forever away
good riddance
(some say)

the eyelids close
fragmenting in the absence
as the breath hums smoothly
skimming the air
only the mouth seems to move lazily
turning upwards to reflect the inside
a feeling of mutation
a touch of evolution
a sense of transformation
all encircling the warmth that's bloomed
the first moment of relief
accompanied by some disbelief
(how?)
the events as they congealed
blurring and shifting
till the climax screamed
downplaying
bleeding over
fading out
ringing
back into the silence
so welcomed
so loved
keeping the feeling
securing the stain
letting the mind's eye focus
and slowing the drain
as all the memories turn numb
dispelling everything relatable
a figure no longer understandable
just a child to put to bed
sleeping with thoughts that don't exist

not in this world
for something has been lost
that cannot be gained

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