Quintessential
But with an
Acerbic tone,
Catastrophically lost
In the isolation
Zone,
Flesh creeps
As the feeling grows,
That maybe
we are not alone,
Goosebumps
Hairs prickle
The feeling
Can be so fickle,
Feckless
We dive in
To defining,
Everything,
That is twisted
And distorted,
Then it’s simply
Extorted by those above
Who have never
Understood
The meaning of love
And yet is all we have craved
And wanted so much.
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