My heart is clenched,
my breath is stilled.
I am rigid, but I still think.
For a moment, I have died,
most painfully.
Still, I feel.
Though not living, it is not Heaven.
Then my grief passes,
and I am released.
Released into a world that is wrong.
Without my puzzle fixer.
Where I must myself see beauty,
incomparable to that explained by my young beauty.
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