You cannot face too many without knowing what they are feeling.
Your bare dreams. . .
From all sides, from all sides.
Reaching hands, fingers sprawling.
Feeding from a sad sigh away pain and the exploding body falls in emptiness, dark into darkness. . .
You cannot face too many without feeling
that the situation is uncontrollable.
♥(Which it is)♥
And your fate cast into the river is learning to swim.
♦
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