Behind frustration is
cosmic relation
the perfect distancing
that brought us together
to separate us again
because the knowing
knew That wasn't My
Time, When you are disappointed
I have already lost
Between me and Me
is the other Side of sidelessness
like a mirror bending light
glimmers holding between your cheeks
the vernacular of beauty I cannot comprehend
so clearly elating you away
That your friends know your soul better than me
Lets me know, I am not one to keep
just
reap reap
thoughtlessly minding where better winter sleeps
I am not sour
I cynically weep
One blame, two blame, three blame, four blame,
sounds
like
bla bla bla bla
blows you away
mind me heartlessly
The vessel opens
but the mind focus channel
drips
soot
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