roadblocks in my throat
fear rage uncertainty pain
I love the smell of rain
give-up forfeit release
splintered remains
penetration inevitable
checkmate delayed
or maybe cotton candy
and sugar cubes on a plate
deception on a string
just out of reach
comic cruelty
silver unicorn with wings
maybe I’m the puppet
on a string
no one can reach
epiphany
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