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Not superficial, 
real inside, 
something was ruined. 
Tonight I will walk out in dark 
beyond me. 

Creased, 
under tyranny of love, 
wanted to unwrite the script 
in the stampede of sins. 

Impeachment 
throws up the shock syndrome. 
No wish to swim back. 
Drowning, clutching my truth. 

A mystic paradox? 
Million faces of yes or no. 
Wrinkles are getting larger.