Translucent memories
Stained by this wrought
Mangled by
The thought
What I thought
About the thoughts
To taunt my brain
Memories unframed
Bringing light to this shame
‘Cause sensations know my name from past games
Mind calling self all kinds of dirty names
And feeling frail
You’re hard to read
Even from beyond this braille
A lover to my pin
I’m lost in this trap
Waking up
Only to begin the noise again
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