An inward corpus twisted vein,

stemming, breaking, linking, chained

a tree that grows by way of pain,

plucked at death but through life stained,

with soiling blood, inadequacy,

 bleached with bliss and madness see,

A violet figure, a shadow frame

a thief, a master and a slave

Genuine love, though crushed desire,

both humble spark and raging fire,

A Holocaust of dreams attained

through simply breathing and staying sane

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