distraction from a lack of happenstance
left wonder in breathing
and me seething at the circumstance
(now)
make a last glance
where nothing
beats something
(and how)
in this hand
and i stand corrected and jaded
satiated
unrated and sky high
in the perfect lie
bewilderment dries on the wall
leaving all
but
my
fingerprints
(go ahead,
squint.
they'll still be there)
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