unwords, unthoughts, unreason, unrhyme & unpoetry

caterpillars, cocoons & butterflies

Note 17

Your fumes poison my senses

You steal my soul, fusing tenses,

Memories mingle with what could be

You open my blind eyes and make me see

I am wasting.

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