The bottom of the pit…
Eruption dwindles on my tender body,
as I read the words written by my giant,
the one that constantly falls.
Falls, then I scroll to further endings of boredom and more grim.
I see her, but not.
She wasn’t showing herself for me.
There was nothing for me.
Even with the strawberry fields,
lushes reds and folk bands,
harsh nights of past lovers still heartbroken.
Where will we be?
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