several dispositions several
conditions like the way
I like it a lot but am
sickened becaused
it makes me giddy
until I am
weaker than broken
mirrors
showing me what nothing
is, and nothing
feels good.
several figments several
fragments cut apart
because I tear things
up so I can feel
whole, like the palm
of my hands that
hold nothing
and nothing
feels good.
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