This is the quiet of reality

felt and believed

Seconds bleed, minutes are everything

Inside the dark plum color of silence

a steady hum of detachment

more thoughts, more questions

punctuate my willingness to believe

emphasize it as weakness

Me, I am not worth it

You see this and all I cannot

Parts are missing

and we, we will not work

All is quiet, reality does this


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