There is such a void,
A discipline like no other.
A dark space wanting to be filled, knowing to be filled.

There is such a lack,
Such removal of luster.
A space playing it safe I can do without.

What a whirlpool,
A grasping moment,
Grasping for no one that wants in return.

Remove the days of catapults
Of fabrications
Of fake lovers.

Please, just remove yourself away from me.

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