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thymos May 2015
my tasteless escapes
always end up escaping,
leaving me trapped.
thymos May 2015
how deep does our love go?
perhaps down to the core
of the earth - molten
iron nourishing roots,
preventing this planet
from being a barren place
for now - at the very least.
thymos May 2015
i want you
to be another
world i can explore,
and someone to reveal
the hidden vistas of my own.
thymos May 2015
we hide ourselves
in hope that someone, some-when,
would want to find us.
thymos May 2015
what a terrible
time to be alive, truly,
thank goodness for all
the wonderful people here
who just make it bearable.
thymos May 2015
a new world is possible
but we won't see it.
thymos May 2015
the impoverished
night-time, flashing blue, black,
is full of sirens,
but there is no one
coming to save us.
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