how far its sane enough
to thrive in the shadows
I ask myself
time comes
the ghost of my makings
I have lost to my hearts
the whirly wishes of the twins
it comes
every change
the cosmetic attire
I see myself
the dark attire
I adore
by default
I have resiled back
too often
my heart asks
I ignore
my steps
quite tuned
the spiny ways
I ask
at the day end
why
and
why
Love fails love
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