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You believed the mirror's lie. Mirrors are charming creatures. So silver and exact – so beautiful. What need do they have to deceive?
Your mirror told you that you would carry the scars of that day always. That was true.
And your mirror told you that you were ugly because of it. That was a lie.
Your mirror told you that you would carry the scars of that day always. That was true.
And your mirror told you that you were ugly because of it. That was a lie.
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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Upside Down
Upside Down
I saw the world upside down. It hurt my eyes, but I kept looking at it. The blood pulsed through my veins and arteries, going the wrong way. The cars streaked across the roads about to tip over from the tarmac and hit the wide blue sky below.
I saw the world upside down. The buildings like matchsticks fell, plunging into the clouds, making holes and ripping at the white fluff, creating patterns of pointed skyscrapers and thatched roofs.
I saw the world upside down. People like me held hands and kept holding on to what was dear to them. They t
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Traveling
I feel as though I'm buried alive
I feel as though I'm bottled up inside
Curled up and disappearing, in this broken corner
Let me pick up the shards, piece myself back together
Things will look better where the grass is greener
Leave me here to process my resignation
The tolerance I have grown is so cold
Forgive me, I'm weakened, my heart is undone
Still I believe you are the one
This happens whenever I crawl toward the truth
It seems to be somewhere deep inside of you
Forever, my burden, I will bear. Touch me.
Fill the silence, release my inner core
Don't target my soul anymore
I feel as though I'm buried alive, all bottled up inside
Cu
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I love it.