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where despair and disdain perform

articles of routine law

inside my brain,

i break

away,

i distort the face i see, when i play

in the bathroom mirror,

where puddles of empty

under my eyes and

my tears for yesterday

were,

i stop to cry

for you

as singed, by the fires i have burning

like candle flame desires,

beauty is your tool.

so stab me deeply

watch me openly seethe,

i'll writhe in your eyes

because

my skin can't take the

things i want you to be,

the weight of you

that i'm underneath,

has me squirming

inside myself,

i delicately breath,

and pet, not yet, an amberkytti~