my subtle etched dreams.
you comsume me
with a beloved grin,
diluted with the productions of my own.
but you are mine to conceal;
forever more
or shall the hindering bludgen
with a tweaking of my own.
I soar.
I crumble.
I falter.
ecstasy in it’s moment,
guilt for weary eyes to glanse.
but not to state,
stereotyical hate
because I see now
you know me.
because unfortunatly.
You are Me.
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