same pattern

repeating

not understanding

the way i'm used to

be not the only

but the one

composed of light

burry shards

stuck in my body

everywhere

but anywhere

the acceptance comes

the worse i feel.

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cold

and nothing

is dripping from the tap

of my eyes

full with water

invisible

and likely to open

flood.

 

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i don't

believe

your notes

or sense

of deduction

seems to be

distorted

whenever time runs

out

the presence is

gone and lacking

in the end

that's happening 

now

i never learn.