Dark Loss

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The last breath was savage, curdling resistance held to last drop,
Dark and foreboding in its misery, stolen time,
Languid desertion takes form,
Realization inevitable.

What tunnel of light does not exist, for only mine eyes,
The senses go asunder, fractal time splits destiny
The way is lost,
The way is lost.

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