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the dotted lines inked onto this surface
pale in comparison
with the hard lines on your forehead

i dare not say, i am mental
i sleep clutching tightly to my own shadow
feeling my vermilion heart drips honey

for if i am gone then i was here
making sense of the world's problems
on anorexic shoulders

my hollow, hollow heart
failed to unravel the reasons
for all the empty thoughts and decaf coffee

the day they took my bed
my ego suffered a great deal
not allowing a single word to escape

my subconscious was disgusted with this place
the dry sex, insomniac nightmares
the little that i allowed and the much i miss

i am out for a stroll, a walk, a hunt
let the cloud soak up all my sweat
but when you return, i may be gone forever

estherg



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