Gone

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he dashes between numbers and words. 

this is not the cold

this is not warmth 

this is paralyzed 

 "what have we here?"

nothing you have nothing

blue, and gone. 

numbers, letters, 

pictures, smiles, 

gone. 

Poetry you say?

Life, interpretation. 

That's all it is. 

No category, no name. 

Just emotion. 

 

This place is no escape. 

 

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