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Nov 2020
The black substance
fills the void within me
the way salt
dissolves in the sea.

Coming uninvited,
she befriends me when
the moon turns away
her pale, silver shine.

Filling my mind to the brim,
she filters my reality
with grayscale glasses
through which I see

everything around me
has become her reflection,
and she is no longer
anything but a part of me.

The black substance
fills the void within me –
and I am now
nothing but her sea.
Written by
Nurul A Primandhita  21/F/Indonesia
(21/F/Indonesia)   
90
     To Be Frank and Leane
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