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there often comes a feeling of repression when things go awry. i had felt a genuine pang of anger and frustration towards a ghost that i swore was wearing your dress.

with a half-hearted sigh you expose the inner workings of myself.

with an elegantly-crafted phrase of words you wore me out.

i couldn't scrutinize your details through the reddened haze. i tried to focus on your hands and how they contorted to hold that silver strand. i wanted to marvel at the feats of human engineering and how you came to grow out of that seed.

i wanted to explore your other side.

i'd like to perceive what comes through your hollow, naked eyes.