Deformation Of The Broken – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

I spat, while you hit back, a broken window to the soul, eyes not open, stolen not sold, we give the key, yet there is no door, woken but asleep, the dying eyes of a mirrored image, lost to me, I am incomplete…

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