Islington, morning

I am fragmented and the world is
fragmented shifted the logic is
disjointed
I am the perfect portrait of this
My language slips my tongue
Globalized I
We
We
We

 

Cold

Empathy is approaching an exit door
I keep the world at a distance
wise and not naive new self
but
empathy is approaching an exit door
leaving a long crying path behind
I have learnt to keep my eyes up and straight
not like a friendly, loving puppy
but empathy is approaching an exit door
and it leaves me blank

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