with out pain?
when those you love
fall to death,
or wither away,
is it love
that's scorned our fragile
emotions
into flesh and wound?
For when love comes
unwillingly,
it comes free
from the burdens
that bare it witness.
It comes for you
when you fall away from here.
It comes for you
when you are worn
from battles lost.
It comes for you
when you've forgotten
yourself,
memories,
sacredness.
It comes for you,
alone in the dark wind.
It calls for you,
when you are no longer
here.
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