For some, the pinkie finger
is burdensome. 

For others, it is an ankle 
that feels weighty. 

For me, there is only an
airy freedom to my limbs. 

   I cannot pretend or close
    myself off to the notion

For you, there is a red 
string of fate. 

For her, there is a soul
bound partner.

For him, there is a lovely
pretty mate. 

   I cannot weep away the
    notion that I am without
      a link or a chain——

For me, there is but the
sensation of falling.

For myself, there is nothing
but empty hours. 

For now, there is only
Death’s embrace. 

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