my favourite ones leave me walking
as a stranger on the shore
footprints wash away, traceless
as if i never existed
you try to keep me buried
shove my voice back in its frozen box
then lock me away under your nails
yet i'm still the only one who knows
that i don't exist in this world
we still pretend though, still
imagine elephants and orgami roses
are a mixture of pink-coloured buds
music plays sour between our teeth, trying to
grind its sad way from our locked lips
which once were sweet
so long of ignorance that
we still don't realize
i don't exist in this world anymore

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