how many times am I going to come to this place,
space
vacancy
void
Window shopping my own reflection
the negative space that snaps between nothing
slowly
softly
simply
allowing the faint slip of silence
cross over me
shhhhhhh
Pressing my finger against the line of his lips
tracing the lies
erasing
pacing
I don't remember how I got here
because I don't know where I've been
if fate has me cornered
and I'm back inside the box
let it be known
I've since learned how to draw
a thousand exits,
a drop floor
and a blackhole
and the line I used to draw you in
is as easily erased
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