Magus (Prompt 4) 2021

Attaching closeness so often in life
Some pull still faded
Others shine standing out but can’t be felt
Are these chords finite
Do I attach myself to myself with the illusion of another,
Overused words dull echos in a murky landscape,
Let those love now who’ve never loved; let those who’ve loved, love yet again.

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