World in Hot Pink
But never did I think
I'd be trapped in such a place
Down a rabbit hole
Gasping for air
In a world of hot pink
Where you were the God of gods
And I lay at your altar
I pout
I plead
To fill the emptiness
While you're pouring your own cup
Little do I know
The lightyears and eons which stand between us
This poem is about:
Me
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