Sitting in the mist of city population
Alone and stark plumages
I feel the slow drippings
Of the love I have left inside
Going unabsorbed because of internal doubt
This is a genocide of my heart
I wish I wasn't here.
I wish I could evaporate
And rain down where winds go
But I'm left in this unidimensional
Shivering in medium heat,
But overheated in freezing
When I close my eyes next to her
My mind burrows into her soul
Deeply and questioning, how deep?
All it sees is bottomlessness
This is comforting to a degree
And really troubling in another
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