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It’s here that I hate
Boiling cold
A ghost in space
With no face to face
A never ending float
Wandering to nowhere
Nowhere is near
It’s all become clear
What I fear is here
A ghost in space
With no face to face
A never ending float
Wandering to nowhere
Nowhere is near
It’s all become clear
What I fear is here
Published 25th Aug 2023
| Edited 2nd Sep 2023
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6th Dec 2023 6:04am
The dispositional void of fear. How it sucks us in its vacuous vector of velocity to be stretched out in the heart of time and space as a vast struggle! Your choice of words is on point here. Each line takes a bold twist and turn, in a succinct and concise manner, yet very impactful, emotionally. You have quite a way with words. Thanks for sharing!
