Is it gone? Have I done it?

Defunct – am i – finally?


Try – piece the pieces of me together – can you


no –

do you know?

Tell me where I should be looking!

Point me to the glass and i

will take it when it breaks i

will masticate the shards en route to the Jester’s Palace,

sweep my hair at his feet;

every second’s overdue.

Rid my skin; RIP the seams

Evanescence, why don’t you?

no space for you to(o)


need not exist



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