Desolation smoothed at the calming of the swell,
begrudgingly accepted solitude, vacationed in Hell,
nails are sore and broken from the scratching of the well,
strengths gained through weakness? Only time can tell.
Inhalation of mist so that I may envision,
a clarity, a beauty, an historic masochistic decision,
a heart, a soul, birthing from an optimistic excision,
building blocks erected,...
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