I sit behind that old painting
made by a forgotten artist.
I blanket myself
in the warmth of an ice cube.
I am a shadow that hides
in the rays of eclipsed moons.
The virtual world is my soul mate,
and I,
just another piece of random words.
Lying within that one teardrop
of an abandoned lover.
Time displaced, emotions replaced,
I wonder,
‘Do you covet me still?’
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