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I must
As I close the bathroom door,
turn on the fossil on,
creating an alibi noise,
as I stare at the object,
which provide us with reflection,
a dark dull unclear shadow stands behind,
smoothly massaging my mind,
drooling, face of starvation,
almost in a orgasmic stage,
I see in my reflection,
the stare vacant only a dark hole I see,
no more that fire within,
the running water comes to a stop,
only dripping sounds echo the walls,
they speak to me,
whispering I am weak,
tears running my cheeks simply tricks,
mind dazed,
due to the sound waves of those dripping drops,
or the tender massaging of the shadow,
within my body,
the generator of my own venom,
I must let go,
whats done is done,
10 am of today
would not be 10 of tomorrow,
regain my mind,
in my reflection the shadow no more ins site,
glancing of the drops,
trying to view,
red dripping marks,
rub my eyes,
simply its natural white color,
no scars veins sleep calm,
no signs of harm,
simply a feather of an angel,
mud and dry up dirt,
all my emotions on the floor,
must let go,
open mind and soul,
to replace the shadow,
with an angel,
smoothly massaging my mind
