For all women’s cries,
Maple in the slow rush.
For all farewells said,
Sweet in the soft crush.
For countless steps ahead,
Crawling onward towards hope.
For sickened frowns that stay,
Feeding a heart with the rope.
For countless sins inside the play,
Against the bottomless embrace
Where endless forms are traced.

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