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gaze


I live under your microscope,
I'm fairly sure my brother does too
Constant scrutiny:
too much this
and not enough that

Your cold hard gaze pierces me and
I know
what your desired results are

But what I question is
who are your results for?
For me,
or for you?

Some desire of your youth to be fulfilled through mine?

I think I'd better quit this experiment.

innocence: a question





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It's just one of those nights. One of those nights when you can feel your veins disintegrating, your heart beating a little slower, your bones cracking under the weight.