And sought out reprieve
In a fantasy where,
Sheltered by hollowed lies
I could peace together the broken mirror
Of my worth
With bloodied hands I glued the shards
Into a linen mosaic of time-altered memories
And dreary mid-day awakenings
Haze of the carbon monoxide
That slipped from the tongue
And into my worth
I always wanted to be an artist
To carry and swim with
The chords that needed to reverberate in our hearts
The words that we needed to hear
The lies that needed to be revealed
The pieces that needed to be placed
The worth I wanted to feel
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