vice amplified
strengthen my shame of being
holding a name
my naked mind
your graceful disguise
forever red
how do i
Do
sin so softly
in the absence of affection
presence of a drunken repulsion
rejecting time
this is my silly life
the rhythmic dance
engage the ink with a paper
as turfs of smog
attack my lungs
this is my sin.
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