"every thought is disastrous
so i try not to think much
of the consequences of actions
and the torrents in her touch
but our hands are natural disasters,
and there is no shelter from her contact
she is closer now, everything falls apart with her
she walks by and i am no longer intact"
- it's the end of the world for me
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Delusional
Poetry"these words of mine will never come true neither will you" - - #120 in Poetry, June 11, 2016 #58 in Poetry, June 19, 2016 #31 in Poetry, July 8, 2016
