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Time and space unidentifiable
Afloat midair—hands and feet
Reasons and instincts, a hazy distance
Focus.

Stumbling awkwardly—a dull thud—all faults are revealed
On one ankle, a societal screw tightens
Calloused by sharp emotions, numbed on hardened skin

I, on show behind the glass case—but that isn’t me
All the truths became fiction, therefore I became a lie
Cake this mind of mine with makeup, don’t let the sadness smear
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