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  Jan 8 thyreez-thy
Syd
Tungsten on tungsten
scissor action
that **** noise
that raunchy little ricochet...

Guilded arrows
guiding each other
into their soft target...

Submerged to the hilt...

Relax....It's just a game of darts
Ricocheting darts...a **** sound 😍
Engrossed in
Electronic word game
Famed on phone

Ad delay my
Path to next level
Dropping my attention

Sudden rush of
Nothingness in
My blood

No screen time
Felt a bottomless
Bleak pit

I fell until
I measured my breath
Of existence leaving

All defined on
False electric bait
Clips of wins and loss

Almost threw up
In my felt emptiness
Messy messy power grab

Measure me alive
Today and Now
Not then or ever
Playing a number matching game on my phone. Engrossed daily in getting to higher levels. How far can I get? The further I get to the higher number the less I am attached to my self. Losing all definition. Realizing the power of myself I give away to a meaningless device.
Many moons ago
A full one
Milky stone in the sky
My ex called me a "zealot!"
As if the word ****** my life.
He was expectedly x'd out of my world.

On that night a stellar moon
Shown like warm honey as I  escaped towards Courage
A nighttime ember
My zealot moon forever
Full of worth, I'm yours.
Some moments in time never leave your side for better or worse. This was a good night.
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