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Why must this be so hard? Forever and forgiveness caught off guard Why does it feel so wrong? Vines and roots grow excruciatingly long Breath grows short and stops Stale Jail My limbs go numb Pale Frail Your eyes gloss over Fade Expire No longer full of Longing Desire Moss and ferns Strap Tightly to our bones As we two lovers turn to Fleshy Stone |