your eyes, I fux wit it
as it traces the chimera creases of my lips
parsed
revealing everything and nothing
in a breathless sigh.

your dreams, I fux wit it
as it neatly encases me in glass
displays of enlightened beauty
against the shadowy contours
of science and fantasy.

your murmurs, I fux wit it
as it catalogs my body
into a gallery of cautionary tales
muted screams classified into
fits of hysteria and emotion.

your poetry, I fux wit it
as it flows between my fingers
onto the concrete of greatmen
its form fragmenting under the weight of my
impeccably crafted
heel.

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