I'm not lost, I'm not found
The reflection of me watches
Your reality, my mirror

"Micro-organisms are the most powerful force known to man.

Everything relies on these tiny creatures,

And even us, the giants of the climates-

Are subject to a cold wind of a virus."

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Micro-

Economica,

Control every activation-

Watch the electronics-

Spawn and stuff,

Primordial goo is gruff.

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Enough fist-i-cuffs

It's rough.

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Every expression, hides a smaller organism

Smiling and fizzling.

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Micro-organisms,

We are controlled every hour.

We are the wretches...

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Half smiles, packed with germ styles

It's sick.

It's just the way we function- on top of the garbage pile.

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Grasp for the notion-

Emotion is an ocean

Grasp the notion-

Emotion's in commotion.

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It's the essence of a penned hand,

Every letter is different,

that forms un-same words.

The chromosomes that form us-

We are entitled to so much corruption.

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Bold faced lie-

It's agonizing, trying to fight

Having raging black mold

Conformation in cleaning out our insides.

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But I smile...

My teeth crawling with it,

Everywhere,

Carry as I speak."

I'm so tired
*of missing you

We opened our eyes
to one another with such
tender fear. Strange
To be accepted, wanted
just exactly as we are.

Can’t write,

Don’t know why,

Often scary,

When I try.