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Makeshift

Break the parts of my skin

That don’t seem to be bleeding out

A schizophrenic memory

No one could fully understand

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A word in revolution

No lies, no truth, just sighs

Bruises on icy emotion

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They make it out to be madness

Ad nauseum, I paint the plastic with flesh

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Windowpanes screech against

Moonlight, flooding me with false lavender

Tones, but only in eventide

My bones blush under time spent

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The stars scream. The stars flee.

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Impressionistic? Or plain sadistic?

The apparitions pass away again

Smitten with the notion, the concept,

Of wrongfulness, of change, of nothing

Of monsters and messy closets

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I hide, as I always do. I hide.

And I bide my time like it’s downcast silver

Like a broken harpsichord, I play the night—

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If only that would prove that nothing else I feel is right.

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