thoughts, fears and torments
I went back to look down the road,
when the eyes went out.
The engine stopped as it made me nostalgic
returned from a trip from which I never wanted to come back.
items above
whispering voices that I'd most 'sought,
most desired.
E still noise .... and noise ....
that even his hands away.
Quanta afraid to love.
I wanted to keep the smell of your skin to breathe
in the absence of oxygen.
But the smell disappeared and I lost
across the edge of the heart.
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