| Fractions of entireties are borrowed
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| In infatuation of a valued norm
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| Those backward steps through
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| Dire doors
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| An attempt to reach some imagined form
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| In the twinkle of my perpetual ruin
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| Where life offers no hope
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| Just the silence of ghosts
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| All numb with failed regret
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| From a virus to a host
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| My only joy is to forget
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| Smothered by spiral repetition
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| Trapped to endure another day
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| Over and over until collision
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| And doubt offers new beginnings
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| I linger inside my death (and re-birth)
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| Smothered by spiral repetition
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| Trapped to endure another day
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| Aching limbs escape the earth
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| From eager to unwilling
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| Perception
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| In a fragile fleeting moment
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| But larger still,
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| Than all of deception
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| Our heavens are empty
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| Absence through a broken promise
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| We disassemble god in dead
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| Rotting thoughts
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| And reassemble him through
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| The birth of flesh
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| When clarity coils the twilight
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| Willing hands crack the
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| Structured fixtures
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| For no symbol is for free
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| Say the created
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| That became the creator
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| This house we forever built
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| A comfort in our own demise
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| Unfolding through self-given guilt
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| Sinking us deeper in disguise
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| Awaiting relief from all choices
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| Like a diseased ancestral transmission
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| We imitate…
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| Taught how to hide
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| But not to listen
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| Until words come
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| Ripping mouths open
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| Can you handle the hunger
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| When fear favours the broken
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| The conscious you erased by younger
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| …ideas |