Judging your chromatic touch
Snapping my body into folds
Lips failing to touch truth
Dying dramatically in static
Inch by inch, burn-slash rapid
Carvings digging, my position
twisting marks that stain drops
Jilt anticipation into comparison
Ridiculous ambition lying cold
Haunting foundations fracturing
X-signings on autographs wasting
Drowning in sorrow - mind damaging





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