tempered laughs
settle into
twisted silk
desperate
to bring
sanity to salvation
as
lucid smiles
crawl
towards horizons
neglecting
a fading
purpose
centered
in a mob
of souls covered
in
good intentions
loneliness still
lingers
within those few
empty
millimeters
and empathy
cannot
thrive in those
tiny
wastelands
Birth sign: Gemini
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