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Stainless white tiles contrast your decrepitude

That brings you here at all.

You will look down at the curved, full sink

But will not feel quite so tall.

You do not love you.

The fine silver immaculate, albeit the stain of your fingers,

Reassures your purpose today.

It's cool to touch on your sensitive neck

That will hopefully soon give way.

You do not love you.

Do not butcher such a beautiful act,

Swiftness will surely equal beauty.

You've punctured the veins that swell with pride

And you watch yourself pour crudely.

You do not love you.

The sting of the kiss on your throat

Inspires a look in your eyes.

The mirror reflects a gorgeous face

Despite the hole's growing size.

You do not love you.

Your contours are you own

And you feel some ownership now.

The fog that grows on the glass

as well as the sweat of our brow.

You do not love you.

The tears creeping out dwell from inside

from stores that are not yet depleted.

The memory of you throughout your life

Is one, not just yet, deleted.

You do not love you.

The blood that is filling the chipped sink below

has always run through your veins.

Yet not once in your life has the same blood

Created such ghastly stains.

You do not love you.

You cannot prop yourself up much longer,

Strength in your arms fades fast.

Slip down and out of view of yourself

And try to convince yourself for the last,

You do not love you.