They say it gets smaller
But it never fully heals
A tiny black hole with
Unimaginable weight
Full of infinite pressure
Something indescribable
Shredding whatever it eats
Into unidentifiable strings still
Made up of the incongruities
Left over from memories
Of when you were
Still here
YOU ARE READING
an idle mind ♡ poetry
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