Spacing far away
Hours turn into darkness
Time freezes deeply
Far away in between
Ripping me apart
Sounds of bangs
Curling into repetition
Disconnecting my soul
Far away my eyes lock
Hard to feel reality
Cheerful creatures
I see nonstop
apart from me
Eyes daily spacing
internity wishing
The gun bangs
Weren't for you
Sunday 15th July 2018 7:55 pm
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