.Under weight from this collapse, and thoughts I knew I'd always had the
Mouth to pour, the pen to kill, the papier-mâché, the mold you made from
Me, dig the needle into the skin, close your eyes and try to find a door to
This room you're locked into to.
(what's set in motion, won't.
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