The cataclysm undefined.

The slowest breaking of my mind.

To rip apart the starry night,

To understand my fractured plight.

A burn that simmers in my soul.

A scar that cost a bitter toll.

Abide the borders far and wide.

Awareness that the truth has lied.

It is, it isn’t, but it could be,

The rapture of propriety.

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