Sweet dreams
The comfort of loneliness is no longer a blanket.
More like a shroud
The distance between isolation and loneliness
A weight in time
Pushing and pulling
Bending
I crave for love
What I give
What I put in
Is marginalised in returns
The numbness creeps in
Straight lines preserve the day
Liquid makes me feel okay
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