Do I have the room

For the clutter of another wrecked soul

Miles off  in their own

Dissolving fever-dream?

–

Do I harbor the fight

To quench the fires of their war-torn mind

To dive nightly

Through their full heart of sorrows?

–

Do I bear the same weight

Of a torturous desire,

The will to bury theirs deep

And seal it forever with my own?

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Will I retreat from myself

And be remade in their new eyes

While they mirror these words

Down their own twisted path ?