A Taste of Nothing
Can you really not see
how much your
adoring public loves you
Can you not feel
the friction spark and heat
of each heart wrenched
and wretched review
All meant to warm you
Does it really taste of nothing
The scent and sense of their
Belonging
And so I watch you from
The sideline
Standing somewhere
just off centre
Watching my innocence decline
In fractions of a single degree
and mourning
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