Who is Calliope red head band
Disembark in a glycerine cloud
Eyes burning unrubbable
Before the pages are emptied
Erasing themselves crawling
On their own
Giving up the music and
Self worth only for a moment
A fever a sadness a tastebud
Waiting to savor the absence
Of something sweet or sour
Read it forwards or backwards
The outcome is the same and
And and we say what we say
To get away from the desperation
Subtle pain with a few stitches
Lots of clicking underneath
Fatigued eyes and beguiled
Self imposed law suits
Falling off swings in
New territories
Keep me from myself
Restraining all the parts
That would help refrain
The use of weapons like
Swords or other sharp objects
Overthinker makes a mad dash
For the syndrome of imposter
Sitting on a porch blowing bubbles
Teeth strained less weird
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