He was crippled with anguish.
Brows furrowed, a valley between hills.
A quandary lined his breath.
It emerged in wisps, a sweltering winter.
Hope pulsated in his chest
A distant fire fueled by nothingness.
So he placed his heart upon a silver pyre
And with the strike of a match, set it ablaze.
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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)