to imagine their faces
disgust
confusion
anger
just stop stop stop
you think i dont think these things you're thinking
i think
i think more than i talk
i talk more than i know
i know more than i would like to
what kind of eyes cry at this
what heart beats for a broken dancer
learn to walk on your toes and stand above us forever
forget how to fall and break your bones on the steps before my home
my home is filled with the blood of those who have broken
i have broken in my own bed
there is no more to cover what i have done
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