The bond is broken,
For just a moment....
Together,
And we are in the throws of a sensory maelstrom of touch.
But I am full to over flowing.
And I lose sight of you.
I am alone.
And that is when the demons,
Of overstimulation leak out,
Through these tiny cracks.
I re visit the sensory conglomeration,
That is my overstimulated life,
Breakdown,
And cry.
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