the question; but have we grown
too far?
we've come down here
where
"your happiness is not my responsibility"
echoes in the
mother, wife, n children,
an incalculable deluge
grew - who knew?
we did - too much - and then
did too much - kill
the light -
grope and sniff
ache and lick
touch and kiss and
see through
bright blinking hearts
you are me
me
are you
ok Oh
hey, I forgot...you mean the world to me.
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