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dancing and pit pattering in an obvious mirage,

although the memory of you started to slip away,

just like you did the last time i met,

and my fantasies were only an aside for my displaced emotions,

i guess it’s a shame to expect that you were going to be here forever,

you used to light the room as you entered,

but now you move like mist underneath a door,

not pausing for questions and answers, coming and going as you so pleased,

very time-blind and only having concepts of it,

but never realizing how much time has passed since I last saw you,

so go ahead and make your bed of deception,

when you are done, lie in it and set your alarm to the tone of Silence.

Nessa 🖤