#aurel ink

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Will you walk the road with me,

when my soles are ripped from my flesh,

dead from the cold winter floor

that craddles the sleeping life anew?

You will be cane and mortar,

always ahead of what's to come.

So very gentle, your simmetrical step,

let it guide you back home.

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Look behind, young one, at the many times it has rewinded; it happens again, and again, and yet again, it does not stop. Does it make you angry? Does it make you sad? Cycles and circles surround your very existence, what could a broken hand hold to change its course?

The rivers are stronger than you ever were; your muscles cannot fight back the streams. Your tendons will tear, your bones will break. It's useless, young one! Yet we reach with empty hopes and sunken eyes. Despite all the sins you convey, it is never enough. You pledge yourself to remain, to remain and thrive - across all centuries as one, for the stream is mixed waters. On hold is the pain that lays behind you, in your muddy soles and your dirty fingertips. At the edge of life, at which you sat down, there is no more will to fight. Return to me, young one. Don't give in to the light yet. Peace will come for your aching body; it will reach from the dampened dirt. Return to me, and let's dance, with your battered cheeks, your purple skin, your blackened eyes. You will find the flame in you once again - when you stop drowning in the river.

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It's heavenly!

How a ray of sunshine makes you whole.

People gleam under the light of life.

What a lovely star to be blessed with.

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Merry is the you who knew no past nor future,

merry is the you who stood in place solute,

twisting in shapes under the water,

ever changing its nature true.

Behold the power of present day,

no fear of shadows to guide you through.

Remain in position, sweet soldier,

in the war against your nature whole.

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It's the end again

It keeps ending all the time

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Round round round round round

I have twisted my ankle on the path of your knees

What mistakes have you owned for me to

Wish for a recovery so holy

Those are crimes beyond any court

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Convalescent snow,

with the pace of newborn life.

Upon the will of live,

I sit down.

I sit and I lay,

statue of defeat.

Mother has it be, you,

chosen one

you are to bear

the Easter will.

A dress of wine and mold,

a dance of gaping mouths -

grabbing all that is unfair;

it shines brighter than gold.

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I'll peel the orange for you;

I'll eat the tomatoes for you.

And I knew you had done the same,

even in the shadows of your missplaced faith.

Of a good heart, yet uncaring; I wasn't an equal in none of your spaces.

I miss the care and the patience, for it had not been faked.

It just so happened others were more human than I.

They deserved more.

But it was genuine, it truly was.