But with every inch it moves,
it is reminded of its brokenness.
It needs something
something that it thought it would never need
that it thought did not exist
but it does, it really does.
It thirsts for it.
It yearns for it.
It clamors for it.
But that one thing has become so elusive. It went away
to a place farther than the dark lair
deeper than the abyss.
Can’t be reached--
Well maybe
It doesn’t want to be reached.
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