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Feb 2021
I am distorted
Slowly, strangely warping
Bulging and divulging all my secrets to the haze

I am warped
All features long and short
Oozing breath without a step towards a goal to name

A sudden sorrow leaving
A mirrored mind, sweetly deceiving
And ancient trust that scrapes the rust
For the morrow's morning break
Written by
Kit
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