Emo Boy In the Mirror
In sleep,
the clear hose is a needled razors eye and it is draining!
In my dream,
it is ten feet long, black polish, it is the start of our song.
Emo steps out from, his mirror, the two alone, smiling
together, waxed hard,
out of sight, inside the darkest part of the mirror.
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