I wait
You come
I see
You don't.
I know
You perceive
I want
You need.
Crashing thoughts
A crashing world
Is slowly
Becoming our world.
I succumb
You rot
I need
You want.
Gifted heart
A slave to art
Knows no boundaries
But his own.
The world keeps turning
Spinning
But soon
There will be no spinning
Only salt in the wound.
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