Part One:

It's happened twice.

you've been there twice.

and refuse to return again.

The tastes, the smell, the feeling.

it's all so close now.

and the pain hunts you.

its almost seductive.

that place.

just lingering over your head.

constantly there, so close, and within reach.

just waiting

waiting for your return

tick, tock, tick, tock,

3:31 its your primetime

your finest hour

the gates open

and the rapture begins.



This poem is about: 
Our world


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