Impulsive fingertips grope the dark
eagerly awaiting morning lark
Limbs poised though to dart
while whispers numb a racing heart
Teeth gnash, jaws clench
the poison spreads its stench
Echoes shiver through broken veins
shadow tongues resume their reign
But all this pain eventually will pass
as time protects souls of glass
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