acid dreams
lost within this vision of pure happiness
i find myself bound to your curls.
confind losing control of what i could not change
there you are staring back at me.
im ancored in this ship with a white flag aboard
mistaken i am for a fool once more.
the cracks in my skin finally lose grip and porcelain seeps through
yet the irony of what stares
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