I see me, I see her
I’m not there, nor is she
Genders pendulum swings an uneven destructive arc
Perpetual motion anxiety
World peace? How about inner peace
A snowballs future in greenhouse world’s for either
You’ve got your health, so they say
Poor cousin Mental,
Perceptions unwashed hands, bone saws and prayers
A perfect storm only there’s no wind,
Silent isolated thoughts a drifting maelstrom
Safe harbors closed for the winters reign
A Gothic fascination
So dark, comfortingly so
Not dreadlocks, cheap PVC & EBAY trinkets
Self expressions muse,
A soul’s reflection in Google's finest art
How perfect it can be
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