I'm surrounded by many frengers.
We had been close, talked without words, laughed over the little things and even held hands.
We are now unfamiliar, walking past each other and never giving a glance.
Today I saw so many frengerous eyes,
I got scared, by the weird and the very-true fact.
What is left in my head is the only exception from the auto-cleansing,
in which time is the eraser.
so dig me harder, dig me deeper,
I wonder what's left in the dry well.
maybe a tiny piece of jonas?
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