bound up in catwalks
of your feline terminus
to fulfil every wish
to reach inward to touch your hair
to gasp for breath
to wrap a rose in thorns
break rain and thunderstorms
drip drip drip into so many stagnant
pools
kill the sun and become endless
break mirrors held together by tar
no more stained sheets
no more need for shelter
no more hourglass
no more truth
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