My image, is a sham
each shadow I cast is hollowed
and barren of sensible form
my heart beats numb
notes through my veins
for I have lost
authenticity
I have lost acumen
and the reason I picked up my pen
my broken lines
are lost to rivers filled
with the hungry mouths of pirranah poets
ravoneous for publication
I have Primed and pampered my words
into pretty little
lies ment for you
Spouting out hollowed meanings
that I never was attached to
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