this night, nocular, and Im locked on her.She weighs, magnetic motion, meaning only the assumed thought.Can it be that I am the illusion of my own lucidity? Is it as it seems, falling away again at the seems, splinter, cells divide, a molding of means? My love, My love, forget me knot, tied, and pulled thru.I am duality.Two sides, shaded and washed, a display for the requiem.My love, forget me not.
Topic(s) of this poem: love, love and art
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