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Shower suddenly lava
Not even a metaphor at this point
Orange carpets I should learn
And go to the dermatologist
Fear is this burning
Paralyzing view of
Cosmic what ifs
Blinding me from out there between the bars
And every inch of my skin is ablaze with
The sensation that no stronger cage
Or more godlike material
Was ever built
To keep me and them
Apart
And there is this nagging thought
That won't ever leave my head
And all I'm left with
Inside this lonely cage
Is the tan lines I got
From always being scared.

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