Varga Borbála
wire
i tried to address you
a hundred times
but there was no one
at the end of line

you prove me with the absence
of your every word
that the one i thought to be
is just a quirk

an illusion of mine
made up in a dream
a part of self imagined out

the faith i have been trusted in
is rolling around in swirling cloud
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