Styx and the boat

Won't break my soul 

Nor will your despise 

 Or the hurt of absence

neither your finding love 

 My missing of your gentle touch

Neither your abjection

Neither my unending trepidation

It could break though 

 Crumble, if you fall, 

I have broken most 

  that often is in the past

Yet now knowing full well

 I will be denied to

That knowlegde, the stark truth

 Keeps me fragile

Like glass

Awaiting shattering, 

 

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