Today, you consume me with the voracity
of my own thoughts
of you.
I toss in your pain, yet have no
image of you
hurting.
It’s a matter of age, but more than that
you are a world remote
from me.
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Today, you consume me with the voracity
of my own thoughts
of you.
I toss in your pain, yet have no
image of you
hurting.
It’s a matter of age, but more than that
you are a world remote
from me.