(2-18-03)
I sometimes
Slip
Into a place
Where neither
You nor I
Exist.
A simple trip,
Means nothing
Really.
My mind
Plays tricks.
Images resist
Being taken.
I see you strewn,
Wasteland of bodies.
I feel
Something.
My pain is
Far more beautiful
Than you.
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