Exile
Leaving the reality behind;
the bounds of gravity
life itself became just an after-life;
a netherworld of existence,
a spirit world of flesh,
a wasteland of bones,
an ossuary of dreams,
a necropolis of emotions.
For my soul yearns for you,
who live among the clouds,
high above the ribbons of sunlight.
For you, my love
I would choose to leave;
to exile from this verisimilitude.
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