Tortured by pleasure.
Tormented by confusion.
Misunderstanding with the depth of that of the ocean floor.
Precision of wonder is that of an eagle’s vision when capturing prey.
Questions blur lines invisible with no chance for reason and no room for answer.
Tangled like knots and not fairytales.
Here we lay.
Loss for words, loss for life.
Limbs hang without reason.
Imagination becomes dormant, still like the calm before the storm.
Memories fade like scars after battle.
Forgetting the feeling.
Forgetting to remember.

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