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you told me this would pass
the sharp pain would fade,
and this wound upon the ground
would cure, close up.
but each day I press ahead,
it grows wild and crooked.
deepens with every happy memory.
widens with every accomplishment
things i long to share.

"void gash of longing, grow to a grand valley"
dry, rugged, barren, inhospitable

when you are ready to seek me out
will you be able to climb this tectonic abomination;   
meet me at its peak, and tame this fracture?