Binding Theory

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mirror pacing the room stealing
glances at me
flashes me hanging
itself on the wall.
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Made

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I myth make you
into a goddess:

the way I imagine
it to be.

Sometimes
you escape me

Sometimes
I'm cursed.
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It rains to remind

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A bit of me
diminished

All your talk
run out

Silence
corrodes us
like water

While it pours
outside
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