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icHor nostAlgia | [poetry]

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[ I DON'T REALLY EXIST ANYMORE; MY words JUST FLOW ON ICHOR SEAS. ] _©the_abyssiary, 2018. Note: This is a mess. Just like me.

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by the_abyssiary

by the_abyssiary

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A LAZY DAY/ A THIRST FOR BLOOD/A VIBRANT TREE NESTLED NEATLY IN A JUG/ LILLYPADS FLOATING FREELY (TIREDLY) ON A POND THAT WAS FILLED WITH BLOOD/ A WOMAN WITH A KNIFE BEGGING FOR A HUG. YOU GIVE ONE TO HER/ YOUR MIND IS A STREET CORNER/ YOUR THOUGHTS ARE LITTER AND GRAFFITI/ YOUR WORDS ARE APOLOGIES/ GIRGLING/ GIGGLING/ LUSTING/ EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM/ I FORGIVE YOU/
(WHERE DOES YOUR BEGINNING END?)
YOU ARE A POND IN A PERSON/ AN ABYSS IN HUMAN FORM/PEOPLE NEVER REACH YOU, THEY JUST TOUCH THE SURFACE/ YOU CHANGE/ ALWAYS/ AND NEVER RETURN