eyes flicker with sleep
a little confusion helps it keep
a little destruction makes its way
promises promises
so you say
leaving things
in my way
i know you will not speak
or say
that to last
you must betray
that when you pass
you give away
age turns me indifferent
every self
was sacred
apathy and ambivalence
start to feel like
hatred
had the broken wing burned my favorite things
told the truth watched it sting
don’t have to stop for time to think
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