pit turning this ripening
still I'm dry and I turn looking for something to put there
I'm tired but still not quite whole
this burning orange face still
eyes in the mirror
bright two by glass
reflect I am you I am this
narcissist is that what I am teaching? let go I am not this I am not this I I I I I I
look into this brilliance it comes a dazzling and
again I'm on fire but without a handhold
I dangle and there is breathe a breathe in and out
and I still can play this
sweet
what can we do?
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