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Scaffolding
A little bit broken
Mostly bruised
Partly shattered
Mainly used
No more silhouettes dancing
The shadows are lose
The truth keeps expanding
Soon you’ll cut me loose
Soot stained stories
Darkened pilgrim muse
Aged window draperies
Sunlight scars me like tattoos
I’m coding
Don’t resuscitate
Verging on self imploding
Confine me to a crate
Try to hold me down
But I’m going run wild
You got that sweat stained frown
Muddled like we reconciled
Lack there of
I’m trained at solace
The indulgence in drought
Might as well be lawless
Requisition like a grifter
Longing for euphoric
Yet I content to self-gratify
As much a deed as a string tie
My mind whistles
Through the grated cage I built myself
I mazed myself from escaping
Now just another hollow doll on the shelf
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Madeleine Loggia
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