Bitter and numb grips the mind, lying under the open and gazing sky.
Feeling the air slip around me and the earth clasp my weight.
The mind burns and scars unleashed, fury whipping.
What is the weight of that last regret?
Walking in the park just the other day, what was seen?
Feel, touch, bind me, then walk away and leave me.
"I've eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned of the taste."
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