i dont even wanna look.

lone and worn

in quaking shell

of long forgotten


in solitude

of left unkept

in endless

biting night

at mirrors door

of once young hope

and precious perfect


stands hunched in loss

blind beauty yet

now torn

at perfect seams.

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