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My palms, quivering and restless

Fold and unfold themselves

in my lap

He stands before me, lingering in

the ethereal corridor with

a cruel transparent barrier

A shimmering glass door

A barricade I created

A fortress for myself

and my heart, an ugly

mass of bloody pulp,

torn muscle and tissue

And it leaves an eerie

scrawl of blood flowing

in a quiet strip,

resembles a river of discord

and grief and anger

Because I see him as a lovely

Adonis, a gorgeous template of

Grace, love, a statue of unfiltered

desire

And he sees right through me

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