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an abnormality, an outsider
the fractured language spoken and misunderstood
the warped reflection I take in the eyes of everything
of every beautiful thing I yearn to touch
the distance between you and everything.
I want deliverance from this reality
its cold calculating cannibalistic touch its fucked up bleeding on the side of the street indifference, its whitening and violent exposure.
pulling at the scabs of flaws till they blister
till they cannot be hidden, grotesque to the bystander
there is no balance between the isolation of the recluse, and the cage of the socialite. In duality I fall into my human failures, they wait for me.
the gods of the city are not mine.
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I was born broken, with the call of the void singing
a malformed heart, a short circuiting mind
and I’ve danced to its sound in sleepless states
the slow dull agony of its maddening drone, the eternal vibration
I follow its tune to the edge of windows sills, through everyday portals
it has chased me from every place I’ve ever thought I may be safe,
I’ve ever rested my head.
and I still wonder, if its taking me home.
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