Repair
Repair
There is a fragment of psychosis left behind,
by the illusion of leverage.
My personal resolution to stop the sinkhole
From becoming a derelict tourist trap,
has fallen short of success.
I drop to my knees to request more time.
The raised and beveled edge of my heart is guarded,
It is reluctantly given another chance.
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