atomic number is you
You’re something intangible
You’re atmosphere is lost
Found in the atomic wall of found.
I found your lost,
I found your found
I’m lazy in words, you got
Lost
In words
Found.
Thrown up in the air, atoms jumping around,
I guess I’m not your number,
I’m not even my number,
I’m numbered
Numb
Thinking of how lost we are away from each other, it sounds like a lost sound that feels like
Found.
There is attacks on the atmosphere of your body
Body of water
Work,
Your words
Mean a whole set of oceans,
An atmosphere lost in time,
Something I still find
From time to time
In my heart broken, torn up body, mind.
About the Creator
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I feel your words. Some days that is me.
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