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Third person. (Free verse) by darby pyn give me reverie and lay down the walls of my trepidation.
let my cadence shake the foundation inside me
before my headstone becomes scenery without substance.
show me the spoils of war and let me decide
on discretion or vanity. the cost and the resolve.
I am suffering from fermentation and my
antidote lacks the poison only contrast can provide
to give perspective to my peripheral questions.
I tend to my wounds with vice but years
of indulgence has given me immunity
and all my habits became placeboâs.
the cracks are forming beneath my silhouette
and my profile has lost itâs camouflage.
more is needed. but more is never enough.
if I bleed will you give me the stigmata.
will the thorns dull and let the swelling heal
before my open casket apology.
Iâm only a boy.
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