if i could make the world as pure and strange as i see
the mirror is in front of me. mountain top, millennial pink.
*linger on* *your pale , blue eyes*
some child's voice, not mine, pure nostalgia, in
time before poetry read like lilo on a bender, taken
for advantages, even by *i skipped my life completely*
i'm learning to lie better, for you, with improvements, i'm sure
it was good what we did the other day, the fact that proved that
you aren't my friend
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