Fleeting, Fucking Fleeing
Oh these dreaming days followed by
disembodied nights, who wakes up exhausted
from punishing sleep only to punishing self
Whose phases are more varied and numerous
than a fistfull of moons, whose hands are [becoming a]
foreign flesh
Who soon won't recognize herself,
who I could only hope to keep
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