#481

Somehow, when you feel yourself collapsing, 
At the end of your optical nerves. 
You realise they all end at some point. 
I can feel your pressure. 
I watched you  writhe 
In and out of the burning substances over you. 
Not realising which one was the proper corner. 
After a lot of code and the German language. 
You can throw the needles in the rain
Sleep underwater. 
After the last breath on your back. 
With your legs kicking 

Slower by the moment. Of precious life, Please forgive me.

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