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Oblivion
Amputee of the aorta,
I am farther away now
From plethora nights:
Containing you,
And me too.
And still – sometimes
I think
Of the glory of being
Alive -
The story of seeing
Ships
Of
Hearts and stars,
Sink,
Time
After
Time;
I think about
How
We walked,
How
We talked,
How our last
Farewell
Is a phantom or phantasm,
That seems...
Hardly even real.
I can hardly even feel
The moment
My final foot print
Slipped into the slipstream
Never to be seen
Again:
Oblivion.
Published 7th Dec 2021
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