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Fiction Is Only Skin Deep
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Stoop City The sharp scent
Of iodine
Fills the air
As the needle
Enters my vein.
My fist is clenched,
And I can
Hear my own heart
Pounding away.
My world is glassed over.
My world is glassed over again.
Fiction
Is only skin deep.
My eyes are
As open as
Sky-reflecting seas,
And they're starting
To deceive me.
My body is
Melting down.
I'm sinking
Straight to the ground.
My world is glassed over.
My world is glassed over again.
Fiction
Is only skin deep.
I stare straight
Above me.
Tranquility
Is lovely.
Fiction
Is only skin deep.
Reality
Is for the weak.
I'm weak.
