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a skeleton's dream

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it can live
as my facial
features
dulled with
the blur
perfection
was born in,

like the glistening
paint of a
puddle

spit back
into a
'how
I see
myself'
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as it
ripples
like the seeking
still churn
of breast-
milk;

riddled by the
never subtle
horns of war

with a soul-
gasp percussion
solo sitting
between
the line-
breaks
of sight
and sound,

breeding
thoughts like
'don't half step
or overstep your boundaries
but walk it all off
at its own pace.'
and 'get a suicide
note ready
for a summer day
'cause rain
is under-
rated.'

any chance
I ever had
at shaking my shadow
has been sold
to the light
that grills me
and the breeze
that rustles
leaves and
tickles chimes
in a song
to chill me.

so my shadow
is a significan(')t other
and we have
an open relationship
with our
reflections.
a symphony of marrow.
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Piscesandthediamonds's avatar
so my shadow
is a significan(';)t other
and we have
an open relationship
with our
reflections. :heart :faint: