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The strength of will that no one, after all, knows.

Will

dies suffocated by the pillow

narrow asphyxiation

the last ounce of ardor.

The will fly on the wings

timeless

of a ghost in the fog beam. The burns will

between the fingers and smoke

that spiral salt

up to the ceiling. The will return

through the glass of a window

the cold of the night.