Poison DartsStrangely unalluring,oddly distracting poison darts flitting around as leaves of youth spiral down leaving no trail. This is the place I am from.Poison Darts
The absence of love leaves a dark abyss a Herculean gap between here and there where you'd want to be.
I dust the grass for the wind to carry away not wanting to let go of the moisture which slipped through my fingers. The sun is different here. That warm dense dampness enveloping me in thoughts I did not want to dream, a constant reminder. As the poison darts that I was supposed to be frightened of pas
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Wait for something better
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