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Bonus Life

In the vacuum of the bitter-less VOID.

By Willem IndigoPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Bonus Life
Photo by Christian Holzinger on Unsplash

Calls dropped before the ring, excuses sing.

Over-exert with no perks, what

am I worth? Should it hurt yet?

Lighthouse letters returned

to no sender. 'Miss

yous' hit like waves.

Erodes, it

can't be

seen.

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About the Creator

Willem Indigo

I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?

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