Distortions litter my skin
Yet after each deliberate mark
I’ve convinced myself they don’t exist
Bodies soak my past
Yet every recollection
Has been burned
Eccentric spectrums surround me
Yet every onlooker
Fails to decipher the meaning
And each chromatic wall
Warps my own memory
Leaving me to wonder
Who has replaced the host this time?
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Author:
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