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Dec 2024
When I meet your eyes
I cannot escape
the deep and vibrant
black.

My world melts away
like changing movie scenery
behind me.

My time speeds up beyond speed
and slows below time
and I am left bewildered.

An ocean is what I'd dive into for you.
My phobias are meaningless at your gaze.
Where do I go from here? What help is there?
There is the returning to wires, metal, corroded
heart.
RMatheson
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