there’s nothing remain
just a cry that melt into the million pieces
perhaps, I had not realized
of dots which hope this leaves room
the angles at the poles were
still faithful to provide a gap in the sheets of longing
endless
the color was so compelling
so abstract in the end
a voice hello, never have I ever grateful?
cigarette smoke was so dense when clotted
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