You are the girl of the glass
You look at the beat of the beat
You use the silent rotation of the monologue
You quietly listen to the transparent
feeling All black and white
condensate into a crisp bends
in the bright body of the
hot soul
Waiting for the impedance of the curse is
not easy to say the words of the words
like a crack-like injury
but so easy to see through
you so clear
so so cold

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