A world opens for those for whom desire’s gates are closed— all the questions we frame find their answers in the hollows of our bones where emptiness hides from plenum’s tide to ride into void’s departed heart— where fire dies in empty eyes and silence proves the lie our labors yield— each etched stone has its message: an entrance— an exit—a place for a name— in the time we’re given reach for what you wish for when you can— stake your claim on memory’s bounty— grasp your harvest— suffering is what we overcame to earn back voluptuous black— kiss the missing— care for the careworn— conquer shame—

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