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The Voices in My Head

The whispers of the imaginary man in my room
Holds up a thimble to catch my tears
One by one, the breath of a soul in my head
My head, my twisted head
His thumbs feather over my cheeks
Wiping the stains the thimble did not clean
His words like icing swirl around me
Wrapping me like cashmere
In an illusion of safety
Of security
Of love

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