31 stycznia 2022
Far From Touching
From uncultured to
subcultured, I was made to―
feel responsible.
My coffers remained
empty. The nightmares had
squirreled away my peace.
And I was always
steeling for a reply. Embracing
the dark woods for support.
Everyday you changed
the mask to become innocent,
separating the sparks from the ash.
Paralysed like sea―
anemone without water. The
sea had receded in haste.
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