Rock on back and forth,
please try to be more stable.
Get those masks underwraps,
shove them underneath the table.
Mold a lonely paper cutout,
with those crushed, artsy hands.
If you slip do break a sweat,
those are your only friends.
Be silent within your eyes,
shut them out, dream them clean.
Find them tied up in the closet,
keep them close with patterned seams.
Can you burn all the memories,
can you throw them in the trash?
Do not choose, this time, to recycle,
or your soul will be stolen fast.
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