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Twelfth Caprice Of Casanova By Michael Cheval
you never have to chop me open
my mind/thoughts splay out readily
some version of knowing me, gifted
then on and off go gloves/mask
til there's no truth or fight left
nothing lines up/we're all shouting
then calmness falls
serenaded into confusion
unnoticed hands snatch or plead
I don't know which way to look
so stick with dead ahead
behind the scenes of inner thought
I beg of you before I'm too fraught
please don't distract with grand display
whilst my life just ticks away
my lips don't move
maybe I didn't speak
the backscatter of light remains unfocused
awareness of unredeemable judgement
we may escape in shadows
as sound creates a portal
or perhaps drowning creates a passageway
without, we all linger
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Di11y Da11y
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