DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, never ends like the start:)

realizations hit the realness of this unreal reality
into a plan against duality
double meaning in the words that we spoke
maybe a triple even for the connected lines that awoke
it was a talk over the moon
a walk over the one time ago one time soon
the storm doesn't leave a place for the empty nor the numb
the residue resides like a pulmonary toxicity to become
yet the floor permeates neither the cold nor the hot
& conversations fail to define the lot of lots
do the lights know their work of the past?
because such derivation isn't one seemingly last
doors know the end for an exchange
& the exchange of words, rather feels it became
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& nothing comes next

                                                           ­                       ------ravenfeels