Meaningless moments, enclosure of a seeking soul at the border of despair… Alluring emptiness of mind… At the edge of heart… Of blank spaces in white… As I write these uncertain lines I know my voice won’t be heard I know these verses will linger on in the timeless void, on the verge of oblivion, on the fringe of existence... Can frustration creep in within the dead while awaiting resurrection? I wonder... (Xoanxo 2020)
Borderline
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