Breath

I fold my edges sharp and clean A paper crane you’ve never seen I glide through rooms I speak in tune I shine I gleam Your perfect moon But the mirror cracks when I exhale A breath too real A breath too frail Smoke and mirrors That’s my skin Love me untill I let you in Then I’m the shadow The ghost The sin Fractured skin I can't win I laugh in keys you’ll understand I shape my world with careful hands A chiseled smile A painted hue The me you love is never true The paint peels back It stains my nails You see the colours that I kept veiled

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