Lesser and lesser 
Cotton falling to the floor
Unable to stop my hands 
Because of this desire
And under the temptation 
I got drunk
To show them:
With a blade in one hand
Wiping the tears with another 
And five feet away
A phone on a timer
With a flash every now and then 
To take photos 
Of what’s supposed to be my world 
When it’s done
I wait for answers 
And fall down 
Into hoplisness

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