Another rise another fall-
heart open and vulnerable
with each misted breathe,
knowing,
somewhere hidden among secret desires
and forsaken memories,
pain will sing again.
Uncompromising injustice
fevered by infallible innocence,
the tip wields ever so slowly-
watching
waiting
expecting.
a quick exhale and the intoxicating
anger teases the iris
yet again.
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