Space

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Space

The infinite crashing

Too much

To little

Stimulating the emptiness... Pain... Gore...

Inescapable

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When I look up at the sky I think of her

When I think of space I think of you

Bottled?

Why

Bubbling with endless frustration..

Uncaring..

Anger..

Unforgiving

Absolutely relentless. Uncanny to the onlooker

A/N: This was a but random and less put together compared to my other poems now and in the future but I hope you guys like it 😊

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