March
Chromium pure
tell me why
we are still
unsure
Polishing new
ivory soft
til it breaks
in two
If it's not real
If no one's to blame
then why does blood
still clog the drain
When machines reveal
the true faces
when the exchange fails
in empty places
We wont deny
how brightly
how blinding
the ichor shines
We can't deny
how real
how monstrously
we were blind
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