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- A thief; quietly unknown with the shotgun under her bed-

 

I feel a burst of air

Entering through my open glass

Eyes glazed;

From previous night

[before]

I am lost-

[in my own thoughts]

Not knowing how to bend.

I question my sanity…

I am a toilet

My mind,

Spiraling.

And I ask to drink

 

 

- shy upon request,

I search for artificial beauty

Are you just another beautiful lie?-