Careless with my 

dead weight,

– reality forsaked –

lost in dreams

of prettier things 

than me

  

caressing my

bitterness and grief

– your toys – my

air – sustaining my

illusions –

acknowledging the 

sacred but

a few fake smiling

faces

would be 

cool.

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