sardonically yammering
on
and
on
I watch your lips forming
letters and syllables and words
as my mind wanders off
into the unknown,
to the depths that my brain
cannot fathom.
Outward is my escape,
I can taste the indulgence
on my tongue like
I'm catching snowflakes
in December.
But I do not wish to go.
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