The morning is perfectly arranged
on gaping white circles:
soft silent eggs, the hues of strained smiles
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You Sir,
think your eyes are so keen when they see My lumps and bumps as this burned up broken thing
Pinched between My fingers and the gaze of this world
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My heart didn't break
When we decided you couldn't see it anymore
Or that night when both of us
Broke that promise
In a silent, red regret
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It's so easy to talk, much harder to think
Without my mind falling out the neat windows,
But I'm not even sure anyone else noticed
I’ve been speaking and standing in circles.
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Feel my chest sink into me
Rise against them
Gasp through the thick air
Steadied by brick
Crimson claws and walls
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