Keluar
threads
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Curse this regress
veiled in anguish,
as the threads of shame feast and claw their way
past this defense
I'll be sequenced:
I'm not your kind.
Seamless distance
coiled in weakness
and a silken faith in a world beyond a disgrace.
I'm not your kind,
surrendering lies pale and ill-defined;
sounds like grey skies.