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We disappeared again
Faded apathetically into that great abyss-
Not a metaphor for the nightās sky
-But rather a color absent from our retinas
A filter for our lives
Hiding the love from my hand as I
Reach out to feel nothing but the cold air,
But a blank sea of nothing, nothing at all
And wishing I knew better
Than to even reach at all








