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Desperate
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2016 Drowning in empty rooms
pulling at nonexistent
strings hanging from my clothes
Ripples in the sea of calmness
around me, even
when everyone’s sleeping
Desperate,
I sneak out to meet the madman,
pick the slivers from the sky
and gift them in a basket to him
I shouldn’t have been hopeful
Grinning, he pours nothingness
right into my hands.
