Only spoken by me
Words describing the
Truth of what I see
The sleeping
The weeping
Must everything have
Definition in this
Two dimensional
I have a question
Need an answer
About the hereafter
And what might not be?
No satisfaction
In the possibility
Of being
They sell
Tears in bottles
Quiet in caves
Satiation for the
Impotent pain
I speak of me
The anxiety
The way I
Breathe through each
Rythmic memory
Floating inside
The digital veil
I speak
Authenticity
Vulnerability
This is
The language me
v.k poetry
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