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A kaleidoscope
with broken mirrors.

Does it feel lonely?
as the lights slice
and bleed from the edges
of the shattered glasses,
corrupting a lifelong symmetry.

Solitary verses,
torn from a stolen diary,

Do they feel lonely?
as they float over a cold river,
to be never seen
or read again.

You, writing there alone,
imagining things never seen.

Do you feel lonely?
when your thoughts ferment into intoxicating verses,
leaving you behind in a monotonous universe
that doesn’t give a shit about your existence.



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