You break all you hold
in your hand in a room you see
in your mind. You are cold.
You were told
it would not be a dream to flee.
You break all you hold,
grow moss. Old-
fashioned. An eternity
in your mind. You are cold-
blooded. A dud you sold
to nobody. All free,
your gold. All you hold
and take back. You rolled
down into a pit, the sea
in your mind. You are cold
black water. You mold
over your knee.
You break all you hold.
In your mind, you are cold.
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