swirled thoughts in my brain
like twisting liquid
I find humor in the inconsistencies
of my own being
laugh at the way i seem repellent
and watch how the seams unravel to expose
a depth any brave two year old could conquer
depicting lyrics of a time when
the pretense of love was at least clouded with
words that hid double meanings of
you could mean something to me
but
you don't
i seem to span distances of
everything and too much
a gleaming capstone of
void in the flesh
that is my name
wicked games are played
when one puts it to soundtracks
and leaning souls
looking for dance partners
with two left feet
void of hope
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