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Sit alone in the haven you've created for yourself gawking At cracked walls garnished with mold stains, Mimicking the stains on your body: Bleeding under an unbroken epidermis,
Rorschach blots of different sizes, different shapes You look at them and see love, His way of showing devotion,
Conveying your connection with each other
The connection you crave to conserve. Enter your haven, finish what he started. Add more blots to be interpreted Others see the blots as a problem but You relish scrutinizing them.
You look into a


Oh WellOh WellOh Well
Falling slowly, bouncing off the moldy, algae-ridden bricks Until you collide with the wall of dark frigid water,
Sink and hit the bottom, completely submerged Surrounded on all sides with no escape Except for the glowing eye of a needle above.
Luring iridescent glow lifetimes away is so Infinitely far in the distance
That there is no hope of reaching it. All has been lost to the darkness. You have plummeted too deep.
With tied hands, you sit there and rot, Ancient oak decomposing and growing feeble, Insubstantial, soft, and breakable.
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