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This is not a wild card

I understand the exactness of yours

        But yours not mine

We feel I steal

Meals on wheels,                                 I kneel

Leave it up to the center, the bomb cycle

              Not riding the tricycle

It’s unlikely

Do you remember?

I forgotten

      Rotten inside the apple logic   It was november



Reading still, escape is blocked, but not another exit

                   In this silence

Head inside like violence The way out is not through

I knew

We are separate, but never together

Confusion

                  Sink in this illusion Life so empty

             Death so plenty

        Open arms are closed together

            Forever

         And ever.

            Twenty-four hours of never.

      Dismember



It matters not, nothing is everything, and I stand inside

Places to hide

     Are never there, we speak but so silent

             Always maybe, never definite

       Never there, but always inside now



Am I nothing? You are everything.

Give it up if I could

Is it there? Wish it was something

Knew you never would

Turned back to an open mind

Burying things I could never find

Oceans carry it all away, but not tomorrow

Built on a foundation that wouldn’t exist

                 Persist

But met with nothing

  Wish it was something