Ray Tanaka

MY BUTTON

A thickness of everything

You stole my story. And you lost your own story.

My confusion is my illusion.

Formless and weightless

Before her ,After her

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Close and Closed

A constant crack

An old scar nobody sees

In an empty cavern

In an unbroken stream

A lukewarm wall

no loud voices and no whispers

other than my own