Comfort finds me in darkened recesses
For empty has been my allocation
And reckoning has befallen me
splintering any illusions of extra,
splitting skin and silencing worth
So solace is mine in my own measure
My own hurtful harmony plays...
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Comfort finds me in darkened recesses For empty has been my allocation And reckoning has befallen me splintering any illusions of extra, splitting skin and silencing worth So solace is mine in my own measure My own hurtful harmony plays...
Author notesPrompt: Quote, 5 lines A contest entry
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