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Dissolving the layers of myself I let my laurels melt away Dermis, derma, cutis, itself Shape the melting skin like clay All the rings inside my chest I'll let my body's acid digest Hood of lizard, cardinals crest All the changes coalesce - My body abscises drippings of my soul Cannibalizes every face grown old When I realize that every movement tolled A new disguise that made my weak heart fold Bathe in the blood of who I used to be Hating the budding homesick new hornbeam If I jump in puddles under red maple trees Then I risk to muddle what makes me me Pinch at the stem Of a flowering dogwood **** my old friends Now I'm reborn into godhood I can't relate Too much to remember And I hate the days I hate the snow in December Twist my old clothes Right into poetry Pollen will blow Until I'm lost at sea Leave me alone Because I'm gone for good City of music enthroned Pull down the lizards hood If you're looking for me You'll find that I am dead If ever it wants to be Again, in my head - I will see Nothing wrong with me The sun is out of sight And the moon is so bright
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Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
Aging Devil
Dissolving the layers of myself I let my laurels melt away Dermis, derma, cutis, itself Shape the melting skin like clay All the rings inside my chest I'll let my body's acid digest Hood of lizard, cardinals crest All the changes coalesce - My body abscises drippings of my soul Cannibalizes every face grown old When I realize that every movement tolled A new disguise that made my weak heart fold Bathe in the blood of who I used to be Hating the budding homesick new hornbeam If I jump in puddles under red maple trees Then I risk to muddle what makes me me Pinch at the stem Of a flowering dogwood **** my old friends Now I'm reborn into godhood I can't relate Too much to remember And I hate the days I hate the snow in December Twist my old clothes Right into poetry Pollen will blow Until I'm lost at sea Leave me alone Because I'm gone for good City of music enthroned Pull down the lizards hood If you're looking for me You'll find that I am dead If ever it wants to be Again, in my head - I will see Nothing wrong with me The sun is out of sight And the moon is so bright
LongBlackRiver
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Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
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