Send out your vines to entwine me
I already have no air.
Sever the hands that bind me
darken the hearts that care.
For if any of this has meaning it must mean that you are there.
Summon the swirls depleating
a vortex of anything.
Does it not bear repeating
I am empty of everything.
Show off the face of glories that only you can bring.
Hold fast the flame enternal
but do not let it burn.
My mind paces the nocturnal
its ashes overflow the urn.
Release the energies within replace them with unconcern.
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