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In the living room, Light low, Surrounded by conversation, Sporadically joining— The thoughts crept in of him And the words I said. The futures that align In dreams— But do they in calling? there is someone out there Better for him. Not because I am belittling Myself, just because his love should be returned Tenfold. As I think, the voices Rejoin my headspace, The exterior conversation. Radiation mentioned. Chernobyl. chernobyl. Why did that word, That event, have to come up now? These characters on TV, This show I just resumed In the absence of voices, The end of a conversation, they bring one another To meet their friends. They get along. They click. It isn’t as hard as this. is it all too forced? There is fighting for it, Repairing, working it out, And there is futile effort. there is disobedience To a future calling He has meticulously planned.
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2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:03 AM UTC
Chernobyl
In the living room, Light low, Surrounded by conversation, Sporadically joining— The thoughts crept in of him And the words I said. The futures that align In dreams— But do they in calling? there is someone out there Better for him. Not because I am belittling Myself, just because his love should be returned Tenfold. As I think, the voices Rejoin my headspace, The exterior conversation. Radiation mentioned. Chernobyl. chernobyl. Why did that word, That event, have to come up now? These characters on TV, This show I just resumed In the absence of voices, The end of a conversation, they bring one another To meet their friends. They get along. They click. It isn’t as hard as this. is it all too forced? There is fighting for it, Repairing, working it out, And there is futile effort. there is disobedience To a future calling He has meticulously planned.
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Jun 2, 2026 at 12:03 AM UTC
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