He was the

Next gumball to fall.

Somehow, an ignorant witness…

Who never met his

Saviour, though he knew her.

He was a basket of wilted daisies,

Left on the stoop

Of a haunted house…

A house saturated with the

Vile vibrations of a

Faceless Fiend,

Who never got over

The loss of a sister

In her marriage

To the Infinite.

I feel you, like a blown kiss.

I feel you like a last wish.

I feel you like

I just missed…

Your witness

To the Infinite.

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