you make me feel crop circles
stranded in stains
I'm a mess; shattered organs and entrails strewn across all rooms
supposed giants of emotion
but how can this be when we're as simple as sugar water
these are camcorder memories and they never end well
you're gaseous, entering and exiting
you're shadows on my cranium
you can make your own notch on my bedpost
if that's all you wanted it to be
Medusa stared at herself and turned into stone, when all I wanted was for her to speak
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