my face exploded into a million
paper swans and they flew about the room
like pastel paint swatches,
leaving my face expressionless
blank slate lovers
on a flat surface
spidery cobwebs splintering across
broken hearts
sticky cliches all among my veins
caught up in synthesized sounds
my external soul is shaped like you
paper swans and they flew about the room
like pastel paint swatches,
leaving my face expressionless
blank slate lovers
on a flat surface
spidery cobwebs splintering across
broken hearts
sticky cliches all among my veins
caught up in synthesized sounds
my external soul is shaped like you

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