Silently wept,
Grasping onto the idea of nothingness,
Open wounds of transparency,
Festering in the simplicity of others,
I sit next to dead cells,
They move, though i know what they really are,
Lifeless and gone to me,
Is this enlightenment?
Or am I just lost to the world?
Disconnected like my thoughts, words, actions
I am the Baroness of Barren
The Queen of Quixotic
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