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surrealism

absurdity

I�d tare my lungs apart in a harrowing scream.
I�d rub my fists sore, worn out with suffering.
I�d grit my teeth together and splinter the enamel.
I�d scatter the pages of a likeness;
of an illusory novel.
just to break into you.

vulnerability

I�ll revel in this reclusion
isolate myself from false conclusions
and to think that the only pusher,
you,
were my uneven illusion.

lack of character

burdened by your intrusion
I choke on my own confusions
and put myself out to infusion
as you remain..
an unaffected allusion

fiction

reality is as transparent and primary
as you and me could be /possessed/
real.