This isn’t love.
This is war zone, the downfall.
Hearts full of ha...
I have a drive to drive through empty roads.
No other car in sight.
Where notations meet words,
Instruments meet a voice.
You are poetry and I am reading it.
The chiasmus of your palms.
Were you born with a label?
Like a glossy tag ...
Tiny glowing squares,
Fragments of memories scattered on a bitma...
Fragments of a failed society.
Jagged pieces,a work of art.
Things never seen or heard or written about.
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