When I dismantled your tortured body
Starting with the veins of contradiction
That tangled through your brain
I came upon a nest empty as a heart
So finely made it crumpled in my hand
When I tried to pull it out
A desiccated mess I made of you
But kept on cutting off your arms
Avoiding the blind eyes of buds
To get to where your life had stopped
And might yet come again
What was your intention
But to get to some intent
To suffer through to flowering
And dying rest content
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