Stare
Mouth agape
A void her gaze create
Its depth, contingent on disassociative state
Disconnect a mundane reality
To exist
From a distance
In an abyss
One where she, a witness
Nothingness to embody
Attempts
Cannot resist
Living in an apocalypse
Doom having its day
She prefer play
Beautiful
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