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Jan 2018 · 325
The Infinite Weak
Claire Marie Jan 2018
You might see me but I'm not there,
I'm off in the land of self-compare.

I might be looking, but I can't see,
An anonymous reflection is all that greets me.

I might be talking, but I can't speak.
Bound by the chains of the infinite weak.

My body is moving, yet frozen still am I,
A blurry ball of apathy, staring at the sky.

The more you look, the less you see,
The vacuum grows between you and me.

Ip dip sky blue, it is not you.

It's me

— The End —