Recurring thoughts,
in a melancholy,
absurdity enclosing,
fast approaching
I feel it's claws,
entering my flesh,
subjecting me to pain,
making me long for a vision,
of you, harbouring hatred, even if,
just to catch a glimpse,
to satiate myself,
to float in that moment,
seems like I ask to touch the moon,
a moon you are to my world,
that soothes the scorching world,
in my tormented existence,
just to love you before I fade,
into dust, into nothingness.
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