staring me
down long pathways of good
ground
don't move, don't flinch
don't cry don't add
breathing soft and deep
the same air
filling space with nothing
something is shared
i stopped writing poetry when i read too
much bad. it didn't get me what i wanted
idiots hiding in metaphors.
arbitrary mystery
come back to me
i do not want anything from you now
i'm safe
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