Suddenly, tangible.
Solitaire from here on.
Feels like
lost all sentiment.
It’s an ode to
how you know it should:
seeping. Finding holes to fill
with nothing in particular.
Snake tongues.
Prying others eyes,
no sleep tonight.
They’ll hiss and cry,
leave flowers in their place.
More empty than when they arrived
each stumble to remnants.
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