9.1.11

Separate, Complete


You’re the only thing outside of me
Everything else blends into my darkness

You are the outside

While the world feeds my solitude

You’re the only thing that stands beside me
and outside of me
Suddenly, I’m anchored

with that darkness, too

hovering


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