I was growing tumors
merely cosmetic,
fuck the social skills
and bloodshot eyes.
writing on skin
&
piercing nipples with safety pins.
Just for the sake of distinguishing from the Clean.
I still wear the same suit
still nurture the same rage.
it's just....
the point of aim has shifted.
parallax error?
conscious decision?
too early to say.
won't fit?
can't fit?
than Hammer it in.
Broken?
should have known better.
I leave the pieces behind.
it is Tao.
trying not to look back.
it is Tao.
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