Lately I've been feeling like
my veins are turning inside out
the deep blue color's wearing out
the rose resents her needy roots
and I cry
each tear
rationed for another day
a sip and save kind of play
preparatory crying
so pretty to the mirror I hold
it marvels at the plaster whim
the crumbling grin
the sapphire sin
my woven veins are growing thin
steady now
I would not object to cherry nights
the sweeter cut
the better bite
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