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these balconies are hardly safe
without a head to contemplate
seems chandeliers can clearly break
when crooked breathing wont awake

and i thought i knew you well
as my limbs begin to swell
with my awkward bloody knees
can't you just let me be, just let me be

stale repetition, blending in
marginal doorways getting dim
insisting chaos takes control
pretentious friendships let me go

everyone here is the same
everyone here is the same
everyone here is the same
everyone here is the same
I hardly remember their names

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Vicky Shan