Made in Difference

The mind shuts off,
and you forget who you are
- where you've been
and where you're at;
It's hard to define the places, panicked
like laughter, the cool wave
that will always come as
ice on Sundays - you
left it all behind for a kiss,
a matted silence in a room of fears,
as you realize nothingness isn't a bliss
when you can't function where it is.

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