the left eye steeps
tries to keep a hold
on damn impossible tears
engage through the right
you don't know how it feels
and i can't ask you
for what i want.
how is this happening
that i shut myself off?
i'm not like this, not
capable of keeping calm.
too many disasters to
confess, will end up
gone.
lastly, your mess
which keeps me near,
is ending long
long
long
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