Feelings that won’t reverberate
Dance and swirl inside this vacuum
Dwindling by the second
You are my mightiest hero, my
fanciest illusion
Your entity, a marvel
Mine in your world, superficial
Willing to lie in wait
Just so our worlds would, even just
for a split second, collide
Without thinking to take one thing
in return
Without hopes to get one smile in
the end
Without failing to face this
monstrous reality
Without holding on to unsteady,
uncertain emotions
- somewhere between December to
March poem.
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