Distance

By TheShyAssassin

Thu, 22 Oct 2020
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The jolly grapes and the devil grain
Will never salve
The pain of midnight’s ache
The separation of an ocean.
Is nothing to a single mother.
Like rain on a volcano. 
Pointless.
I set my brain aloft.
Hoping you connect.
But of course you can’t.
Of course you can’t.
Why do I try?
I touch my bruises to hurt myself.
 
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