Your faces repulse me
Gaining many stitches to my shadow
I pause awhile nailing my breath
As night gallop wearing deadly spikes
No semantic words cross my ears
Abated, I grow my life to fade
Your faces hiss me
Gaining many curl to my lips
I pause awhile lampooning my last say
As night swells extending a bigger sore
No talisman fetish my love
Obsessed, I deface my shadow mask
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