A sight befell me on the draw bridge.
A suicide? Or something more strange?
A meeting of souls alien to each other,
Patients in arms.
Each more unable than the next.
The sun set and another union was dashed;
Perhaps too soon.
Yet the night ended with lighted souls and fresh spirits.
Breathe on till tomorrow and gasp hard and fast.
More is your way forward into the night of your own choosing.
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