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Time slipping, drifting, vanishing

And stuck in this reverie

I am conscious of all this

Existential discomfort

And it feels familiar and isolated

defenseless, powerless, defeated.

But… alive.

So so so so so so so

Alive and raw and ugly-beautiful.

Magnifying and captivating,

Exacerbated; sweet.

Your arms so close and so warm;

But not for me.