doors thought closed,
cracked.
composed facades belied.
what unexpected draft
from ever changing source
gives body to void?
what choice
but to indulge pain
as if pleasure?
doors thought closed,
cracked.
composed facades belied.
what unexpected draft
from ever changing source
gives body to void?
what choice
but to indulge pain
as if pleasure?
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