Three
We're going to write this one in three
and it's going to test my ability to find within me
the medicine I need to stop the bleed. Touched by the Devil's deed.
It really has its own identity.
The words pour forth freely, as if they were always meant to be.
Each sentence revealing to me that which I now see so clearly.
Emotions so heavy with such a density.
Yet suspended like salt in the Dead Sea. Somehow empty.
A chasm of entropic propensity, guiding me to its terminal history.
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