Rhythms always talking to this mind and intellect,
giving purpose and meaning to what was forever
felt in this heart of a not-ever-love.
Sliding down and under airwaves that flow freely
through the atmosphere, raining teardrops into this
empty heart.
Feelings trying to awaken this heart of no-return,
escaping from attitudes and unhappiness that lie
stagnant in membranes of nothing new on earth.
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