I can offer nothing more
Than this silence
No soft touch on your cheek
Zero reassuring words
All I have is an ache
A tearing hole in the fabric of space
An abandoned spacestation
Where nothing tastes
Colors are dulled
No oxygen tanks
(JL)
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
I can offer nothing more
Than this silence
No soft touch on your cheek
Zero reassuring words
All I have is an ache
A tearing hole in the fabric of space
An abandoned spacestation
Where nothing tastes
Colors are dulled
No oxygen tanks
(JL)
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