Would I do it again?
No.
Could I slip into
another man’s skin
and prove it’s not the shell
but the filling
oh, i know it’s lost
on lost eyes, lost eye, lost eye but
heart is the last
human condition.
If you think it
I would make it
love me
love me, prove it wrong.
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