Ginger-laced biscuits
Don’t taste half as good as when
Dipped in fresh brewed tea
Panda prints in snow;
He peeks at me as he goes,
Freeze-framed ‘gainst this wall
This torn creeping flesh
Bubbles blood, bursts crimson pain;
Twisting heads crack bones
Answer if I call
Unreciprocated fool
Miss Pretence wonders
Invisible walls
Shift and part to lead the dance
In this maze of life
The mightiest voice
Trapped in a fissure so small
Whimpers in the dark
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