Availing Number 21
Late at night and you don't care
You don't regret. Regret is not part of your shortcomings.
Not yesterday not in this one moment alone.
A lifetime separated. Taken out of concept.
I don't remember where and I don't remember when but you thought about me then.
Not now, no longer now.
You share no given principle, however you are attached to one forbidden rule.
Steadily sinking into a constant state of vacuity.
Thoughts buried deep down, kicking and screaming to be heard.
Desolated by you, I trusted you.
Impatiently growing blind to your charm.
Self worth is somewhat lacking within your vulnerably shell
You disposed of me so frivolously.
So free and willing.
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