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Tag: autistic shutdowns

Senryū 2024.12.05 #1, #2, #3

Sometimes it all leaves
Blank sheets reach the horizon
Lungs now mere machines

Organs move onward
Redundant automatons
I have nothing real

Colours dull and fade
In this void words will not come
So I become still

(An attempt to figuratively capture experiences of autistic shutdowns and/or intermittently becoming non-verbal.)

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