Like an wormhole
you don’t
make any sound,
yet still forces
me
to wait for
your call.
Like an
wormhole
light won’t
come through,
yet hope
supports me
pushing me
towards you.
Like an
wormhole,
you take me
into journeys,
although home
is here
with your
presence.
Like an
wormhole
darkness is
your essence,
but I can’t
seem to find
a reason to
leave.
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