This is a cleft.
You see it, not me.
(Again.)
Forgive.
Weird word fell skinnered from theise skies
on into the mind all call heart but me,
soupy around, indeed and between
observe an awkward shade enmirrored
% Clutched^ in someother halves &?~
(#bY '- yourself inWHO?!
                            (...not…)
mE@) this mess …; -es ; -s¤
>EACH MONTH<      - rain
>AND EVERY<
Bloodwet is my paper bloom
                                 fall
‘s
s.
…! Gaped my brain,
~'
***,
***, pain erased none
Am I witness to words
of dreams that hurt?
Is the wind my whispering
defending friend? Am I

truly, were I truly insane?
Was she *****?
Fiends but psychonome ‘-ems,
# Burn, crier! @ -
Thought, stern wire
memory be gone -
lured liar (TURN)
~ from my consciousness; (SPIN)
‘squirm, spark!, my fire! ♤ (...and spin ♡)

Those my Dearest’ests     need
(my love!; - my mire!)
and so shall me -
my pokerface. 《...who’s she?...》
Not mine, (- but hope)
but their tears deserve
the place to touch another’s grace
in grace.
…in grace.