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[cyacide]

i will, broken bathhouse
strip for my king
public nudity is cleansing
and i bare witness to all my innocence
search my cavities
for they are rotting with a plaque
upon which is inscribed
"he who has found me and at last
taken, raped and pillaged beauty."

smaller then a bread box
NO
lets say glove box
but the glove does not fit on
celebrities, and i am so often told we are all our own...stars
ok so
the box which encases diamond ring
no to much detail, too effortless, not enough str(l)ife
u have not learned
for when u do, love is lost and not found
charitable though it is, priceless like
a broken window and empty like
the freedom im left with
confined with stale air
every breathe being confined
and now i am my own tormentor
claustraphobic for fears
that they have finally left me
with the knowledge that im still here
and yet
double think
i am not here
for her(s)/hi(s)
is not mine
or
me