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[alwayschristine]

Disassociation

They can't love anything deep
[I can't sleep]
They make love to the shallow
Hate themselves
Whores with no emotional attachment

It's about time I cried alone
With no hand to comfort me
I am turning toward something round

The Moon and Sun
In twilight time
I see rhyme
Across the grass where children play
And where those who inhabit the Kingdom of Nature stay
A weary angel's trail
I walk below, long and behold
My halo.