This Synthetic Love of Ours Is Special Kind of Madness
You are the home to come back to
a prominence of my starry body
enduring there as a warning
to all of that asteroids throbbing at our
affixed paper door
this soul is engraved with
each of your microscopically misformed curve
irregularly modified word
aligned posture
parted attitude and
shards of perception collected in crumpled framework of skeleton
in all those desecrated parts of you lies a thought of me
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