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This is me

Through the broken mirror

By Mikaela PiaseckiPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

This bowl of blue soaked fire

This chest of crawling Beatles

This tight pulled wind fed wire

This ground of shells and needles

This mouth of Stoney denial

This hollow throat of veiled ice

This tongue too sick and viol

This hurried plate of "good" and "nice"

This downfall of silver thrones

This arbitrary sunken pain

This sound of wind chime bones

This slap of wind and rain

This strung up monotone footfall

This "bang bang" of strangled beats

this white shock echoing hall

This weathered map of tangled streets

This clever trick of scattered sunset

This faded light of desperation

This tired flickering regret

This Constructed hesitation

heartbreak

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