Engender thicker seams around my sewn heart, for it's about to burst
If you stare through the effigies of pasted smiles, you'll notice points of return
my demarcations. you've past them.
Don't tell me about this bottle being half full, hoping I'll sip in temperance
And what you'll witness, my inner churl
The hedonic id that involuntarily I've gotten too acquainted with
these extraneous embankments I call my strength
not to let you see these notes, these pillows sodden
You'll stare fixated on my androgynies
Giving me reason to expatriate your existence
Debauch from our too proud moments.
I've yet to come down, albiet far from any hoping
I'm afraid I might just stoop too low and believe in
my mirages.
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