We are but a chemical reaction
A surface area of heart too great
We were in too deep by the time we realised
All our particles had been used up
And we had fizzled and died
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Results of a Restless Mind
PoetryA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
