is it too much
to ask
not to feel
this affliction
to be
freed
from this sentence
run on
for too long
what cruelness had sent this
lone fool
out to forage
left to spent devices
affixed on the furnace
return all
to dust
i trust in its mercy
its silent allure
its answer, forthcoming
“i am here”
pray embrace me
with faith, less
no more
Max, or Not 
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Max Meunier/Remnants from the Realm of Dissociation
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Beautiful
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strikes deep.
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