the sharp edges of my thoughts
exist in a corner, drenched
by your struggle to find
a latitude, the hours that
recede only to be caught in
a tangle of misery, summoning
the delirium, the sound
of your name emits
loneliness permeates through
walls and illusions sink
on my skin violated
by a throbbing, irreversible
havoc your perverse affection have
caused this soul void of answers.
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