That sketched in heart feeling
Like its not even a part of the body
Petrified and made only with
Sharp black scratches that keep to themselves on the surface
An overlayed cover up that hides the skeletal structure
Knives tearing the ground to sixty well toarn pieces
Its the moment that you thought was yours
But was really given away to the better newer one,the one
That relates to you through a big laugh when they caught you
With your pants cut down to your ankles.
They're sneering, but they're mundane, like all the rest
One clone after another
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