the world didn’t need me today,
it was palpable upon waking
so i’m writing this to you
through a prism of despair
( this is not the way
they advertised it to be )
where are you?
my nursery, nebula
the vastness of you
i no longer search for
i am aging,
spiral to elliptical
as nameless poisons
attack the bliss
and interruptions
steal the kisses
of love
... where are you?
(my image)
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