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[lostforlight]

why must it always come to this
invasion of my thinking
( )
its not like theres the time to think
let alone mine own solitude be interrupted:
by this protozoa growing going about
its merry way
as i lay by it-
as I say by it
its not like it really even mat-
but of course it does -ters
its just such a sleepee thought of nothingness
of something troubled so many days since
you layed by i
you layed by me
you layed by I, never
I layed by you, by me
the water on my face
my neck my chest
Neverending questions that need be answered neverendingly

it seems that only my whispers are echoed back