Focus Upon The Growing Mould – Unhinged Poem

See me in the stars,

believe,

wish upon the moment,

place your perpetual existence within it,

as you hope the end result will be better than the beginning,

but know the mould that grows is yours alone to own,

see the reflection,

see your true face,

a faceless bastard,

a child in adult clothes,

an ending lost in the lies of a beginning with no real start..

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