artificial butter
coats my finger tips
powered sugar
encrusts the sides of my lips
they whisper me secrets
that i can't even fathom
meanwhile
there is a constant battle
in the back of my mind
so i distract myself from fighting
with the false reality
that i watch through a lens
as everything falls down around me
nobody suspects a thing
or wonders about it
i'm already gone.
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