Tectonics of trust disjointed
Lavas of love sluiced in prohibited geographies
The whole of me is no more
I’m, punctured, perforated hollowed
vice I can’t defy
Virtue I cannot hold
good place for holy scrolls of bills
hugs I ill afford
your gaze of compassion scalds
icy stares are all I can store
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