as a human
bodies never burden
they tighten,
break, rebuild
knots that strengthen
their enchanted grip
with every
mortal cut;
but mind dies
with every moment,
cell by
precious cell,
we cannot feel
them pass but
in our
fleeting consciousness,
makeshift pathways build
amidst bodies of
dead thoughts,
broken memories;
do not look
at my words
to heal
your brain,
you have no
choice but to
look toward,
inward and
find the image
of your face
with a
wide smile.
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