Wreck
May 20, 2013
No. Not yours. Mine.
Mine.
No. He's not mine.
Reality's, maybe.
Reality swirls around,
a truthful facade. HIde. Block.
Press. Sustain. Strain.
I sustain, maintain.
Wrack by rack, wreck by reck
not mine.
Against my morals
smitten
infatuation
stop.
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