Defiled and Lost
I’ll create my own reality,
in spite of what you say
A distant voice you fear the most,
the hunter not the prey
You wish for something then hope it’s true,
and wait with fingers crossed
To dump the emptiness upon my soul
—your heart defiled and lost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
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