the catalyst of our demise
lies far behind your eyes
is there feeling
is there still feeling
floating in between the frames
of old photographs
that serve as the closest thing to memories
we've got left
here i am
a cloud
on the verge of imminent extinction
aren't we all
losing something
in a world of self-involved men
too deluded to know that wins
are the flip sides of losing
and victories are illusions
clouds
that come and go
and so they are of no consequence
in the face
of the ones you love
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