Not Feeling Well
Used to cry once,
beyond the trance of feelings
unassumed -
used to feel bad.
I don't know what I feel now
and I don't darken the room anymore.
Smokes don't fly like
birds of vesicles, and I
laugh at what
I don't know.
My face wrinkles less now,
and I'm not ageing anymore.
Eyes are dreaded
by hallows of immortality.
I ponder what I feel, if any.
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