we are
fading
growing
apart
slowly
like
smoke
leaving
the room
until
nothing
is left
no
connections
just memories
and the
burning
smell
poisening
me
and i
kind of
deserve
that
don't i?
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vague
Poetryleftovers of my poetry that doesn't seem to fit in anywhere - yes, not fitting in is an ongoing theme in these.
