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Influx

 
itís never the same  
waking in emptiness  

your hand †
missing from my hand,  
your face a quilted abyss  
beneath tangled blankets  

I heard your voice  
seeping into crawl spaces,  
hollows in my mind  
that refuse to forget  

because  
this pain is palpable;  
stark lighthouses standing  
anchored in their storms  

while a keeper rocks  
quietly back & forth †
in a rolling insomnia  

those bulbs  
slowly blinking
Vex
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