maybe i’m insane,
pessimistic,
dull idiot,
i know.
sometimes i’m feeling
that my heart was made by metal,
it’s faux.
my conscience died,
i'm falling into to relentlessly abyss
of problems and foes,
but if you omit this
my sober mind is still afloat.
my dear, my poems are no longer for you,
they are like place for my salvation,
like the list of my hues.
9.02.24
rsvt
i know
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