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and my voice
became lost
in a sea of
visions

i shine like a stone.
dull,
fading light against
the stars.

my
matchstick
personality is
hiding behind
my oval eyes

doted on by
the dead,
an unwilingness
never
lost

entwined in
ivy, brittle stems
& browning leaves

fin

another moon scribbled
down in my diary

boyishly witty,
rotund & feather soft.

this side which you
see is for night,
darkness, decay.

my Instagrammed life
laid bare to be judged