*i've agreed; this isn't us. this isn't who we were supposed to be.
*now its just me- hurling through time and space. alone.
*orbiting around another planet, but it isn't the same.
*gravity affects our orbits: night and day- collide.
*but the day has come and gone- those days i called you mine.-holes and craters on my surface
-bruising cuts revealing their purpose
-help me identify this emotion i feel
-because for now i'll tell you: this isn't real.
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Poezjaearth → purgatory → heaven // hell ↓ illusion my poem compilation from the past year ♤ lowercase intended ♤