This is dismal,
volatile, pathetic,
until you are tricked into becoming integrated..
Dark circles under heavy eyes..
pure promise too far away to be real..
the size fluctuates..
in there and there in lies the appeal..
Lies, lie next to each other..
circle the mother for leverage..
done with tainted kindness, ..
establish..
the insolence and the
- isolation.. -
the distances made by looking away to the comfort of frustration..
meeting repeated one too many times..
..But not enough to realize, that we live in circles and cycles, always trying to get away from each other, complaint and retribution, pilgrimage to a humble solution, breathe the canvas in through pores, my eyes don't work like that, can I use yours?, proof is not needed, but it still closes doors, standing an inch away from where I was before..
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