Aria’s Raw Agony

wash in sunlight,
clouds,
rain.
lost
composure
vanished into
the living.
talk to the heir, boy.
maybe they’re only already normal –
sailing simply,
looking at nothing,
staring,
not going out
gifted.
(like you,
no, they’re not like you.)

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