There are cracks in the time-space continuum
That reek of unpleasant memories and scary stories
But I am new now
And my new skin is slippery
It cannot hold on to the old outfits
And everything new hurts like ice
The past is now long gone
And there is no more space left to accommodate most old loves
-some still remain intact-
The empty space left behind
Has no room for anything else but the
promising potential of its own emptiness
Awareness Poetry by Birds WG
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