the hand approaching bitter
its hightened silloueght,
its moments turn to fetters
the master doesnt fret.
now whats on the television
is sketched into my heart,
contrary to the advocate
it is a deadly art.
clever god brought it all to light,
with clever self to shunthe invite.
a chilling peace that i imagine,
tainted orange by ties broken.
shes in the television
dye hair in golden locks,
we know that television
single sided soap box.
a cold embrace brings comfort
as sarah often did,
a cold embrace sustains
by taking what i hid.
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