wake
shudder
the
feel
of boiling
sheets
too cold
to sweat
rest
breathe
something
new
other than
fear;
irrational
as that sound
resounds
between each lung
holding a hearts
murmur
still
can't shake
this
trembled
sensation,
no matter,
what just happened
this room
refuses
to let go;
internal bleeding
holds nothing
to moments
betwixt
the river
and mortal
existence
what bed awaits
the fear of fallen
fates;
dear angel
pray
as ye yet may...
~Deus fortuno
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