a fleeting inflection
fades from fingered glass
my mirrored memories
collapse in heaps
of shattered shard
and bards of razorblades
that incise
post prismatic lies
the insides
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a fleeting inflection
and bards of razorblades that incise
post prismatic lies the insides
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