blurred become defined lines

all that time in winding

lives combining

find myself trying

chest gripped in prying

as extroverted lying


The white tree

as I flee

from what I used to be

earning p

disconnected from 


the real me?

a novelty to these

who come in peace

stupid trousers and

gritted teeth




communication of 

lived sensations

of adulation or

forced elation





pasty faced

with lines traced

in eyes aged

from time erased


I’m done

moving on


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