with spasms
for no reason
it does
a little insane
maybe from
from inside
but mistaken
otherwise.
What is without
a scar
no soul
no one
even not
a mirror
remains clear
if i don't wipe away
a pseudo gaze
mechanical whisper
helplessness with
clouds of steam
drops of a liquid
washroom mist
with nothing of me
but you.
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