Everything that has come to light
Contradicts
And spirals
******* up the game pieces
Blocking the Sun

A paradox that waltzes
only to stop and reveal broken kneecaps
Harmony that pours from lips of crimson truth
only to turn and divulge a fork against ***** ceramic plates
Beauty that discloses:

Beauty does not exist

And everything that I
That you
have once known crashes
To expose something that I cannot interpret
I can only make sense of the canvas of pretty painted lies
I can clutch to their comfort and close my eyes

But tapping together my glittery slippers
will not bring me home
because home was never home
Home doesn't exist and I
I don't know

What is true

A-"ny
-==Mor=+;'e

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