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Pain Threshold -or- Requiem for the Second DayNature's splendor does nothing to ease my way back.
While every thought of my future has no room left,
Halls fill with cleanly submerged innocence;
It quietly rejects me.
No sunlight, only lamplight
The screen flickering behind heavy lids calls me home.
Looking forward is a warm generator
Like the first time,
Seeing a cigarette glow between someone else's fingers,
Not knowing whether to be angry or proud
But knowing that fire can't start in a vacuum;
Broken asphalt and smashed brains are easy to watch
Water seeping down because there's an incline;
The anti-desire to climb,
The frantic dampening of the first sparks,
Is what sets the bar.
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