Medicated
I still sense that there was something behind those masked voices.
I used to cry so much more deeply.
And I’d have fun with those blooming voices.
With eyes that would swing back and forth.
As if on a carnival ride.
With secrets becoming more distant each day.
I yearn for the gnawing sensation.
That used to be the start of a new passion.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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