Postcards from Purgatory
It’s what’s between the lines,
those things on the periphery and yet,
It’s what’s left unsaid that I remember the most.
It’s the waiting for something to happen or
just waiting for something that never happens.
It’s the places I’ve visited neither here nor there.
Passing through a dream or reality,
sometimes it’s just not clear which one is which.
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