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34. I’m meeting your unending gaze once more thru the screens. I can see the light of your bedroom faint. You make me shudder in reality. Don’t mind the repeating times, time repeats itself. Love repeats itself. Talk to me thru the screen day bleeds into night bleeds into day no matter. It is night somewhere and it is day somewhere else. But you suck me in the screen and the echoes of reverberation pinch my nerves and then I am floating inside you. Stuck in your eternal gaze. Your voice is like static rain puncturing holes in my body and opening up voids into my mind. I sit eternal in the dark and watch a hole open up in front of me and let myself be sucked in. No need to talk as telepathy hits my retinas and time repeats itself again. No matter about the repeating time, everything is repeating, dreams are repeating. As are words repeated over and over again, no need to think its just my mind writing for me telling of your unrecovered love left inside a digital version of self. You send me lyrics to a song.
