Holding on

Aiming towards closet based confusion.
A partner, to your basic raged amusement.

Clinging to a stable phase,
i follow the faulty and defective.

Your favorite lesson.

Im original, but can’t meet a silhouette.
im opposite from a shadow,
but an obstacle, i retrospect.

Guilt is a common fancy.
Enjoy the fabric that keeps you whole,
the curtains fall so easy,
we belie, to stay indulged.

A Sunday march,
A fake mislead,
our daily success,
met with our daily vice.

Open up, please open up,
begin to birth, a loaded gun,
holding on feels to evident,
now pierced, our string is gone.

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