Between Words

There are regions of the brain

that intimacy is disfiguring

only for heartache to restore it

 

and during those hectic phases

I think of being submerged

in the Freedom from both

is infinitely dull;

 

so this is where I fetch

flowers for you

just to pause

The Consequences of Despair.

This poem is about: 
Me

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