in the corner of the room.
the melting light
is breathing through
a corpuscle’s rage
is hurting you
fold these hands
beneath your waist
a million minutes
is stolen haste
twist the knife
agonize a rage
a looking glass
is empty stage
crush display
the faking heat
a darker portrait
is standing neat
altruist youth
break this heart
a cracking smile
is torn apart
reveal the seed
an impatient lie
a mortal coding
is standing by
the burning face
is scoring through
a fate of mine
is mixed with you
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