Parachute

We are awake

We know the hour

when you tread in the dark

searching planters to fill

with narcissistic musings

fail to captivate

any other than you

Underwhelms

Facial tissues sanguine

distorted

Your eyes see only

Your ears hear only

fraud and polish

the chute that broke your fall

now your noose

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