I found myself strangling
inside a quantum entanglement.
I needed him to observe me,
see me,
believe in me,
in order to exist.
I found myself encapsulated
within the fractals
of a dark matter relationship.
I needed him to hold me,
enfold me,
become twofold with me
and never resist.
Christopher Dubbs | March 2026
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