Privy your petty
and drink your words
ignorance is your virtue
How dare you throw cinders in my face
and burn my terrace
to defend your fences
With the building anguish of hate
that fills the hollows of my rib cage
you have now
exhausted
my very breath
No more will you burn me down
I will dust your name from my mantle
and the lock the cage.
The looking glass is broke
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