Not a beat passes off
Giving longer breath
to my listless form
Flickering the last wick
Mantle of formless form
You reel a measured life
tottering through tiny steps
Freaking away breath
frame by frame
A missive of hidden letters
Not that my askance, was
any dismissal
of your sledging
to weaken a chance
and win me through
You have arsenal
that have sharper nights, and
cutting rays
to keep your flare burning
Eternal and timeless
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