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Apr 2019
The missing seeps in through holes I never knew existed

The lack of warmth and the pinhole currents of icy wind
Winding its self like lashings inside an empty cavern

Why would you want to live here in this ribbed cage?

what good would your light do except expose the barren wastelands?

I tried love

it took everything I had

every new attempt draws blank.

and still you make me think I could try...
S Smoothie
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S Smoothie
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