and I am here in formless
- April 6, 2015, 1:02 a.m.
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in the same place I’ve always been
squirreling away the secrets
you don’t want them to exist so you don’t look
it is all mush
we blend together
everything is slipping out of my fingers
you have no idea what is coming
I am not the picture you painted in your mind
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