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Mar 2020
Tear me up
salt my wounds
and I will come back
patched and proofed

Stop my tracks
tie my foot
and by this pavement
I'll starve and stood

Call me in names
of sharp refutes
and I will breathe in
to calm my thoughts

But tell me to change
the one thing I be
and you would break me
into insanity

I have known words
to estrange my mind
and I have heard you
brought back my life

A disfiguration
of what I was
A continuation
of who I am

And I,
I am
A broken
Masterpiece
If only I was a different me
Tint
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