i know just what you are
but i keep trying and trying
and trying
to craft you into
ma jolie
we would play dolls together
tea parties and dress up
gingerly handling their porcelain faces
living in a tricolor fantasy at
la grande jatte
we'd be 2 dimensional like in the photoalbum
life in stills without a soundtrack
instilling sadness that i cant control
i'm not in control if you go
afferma di essere: addio
picture after picture after picture
and i'm feeling fractured
i'm just distorted
damaged and awry like the
girl before the mirror
entering into the acid dream
everyone afloat but i'm flailing
in the dead sea drowning in the
dead sea i'm being devoured in
Guernica.
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