Every dream and every road
leads to nowhere as they
**DOCTOR DOOM, A MAN OF SCIENCE, DOESN'T BELIEVE IN JESUS,
Letters smear like butterfly wings
for this pulse
which lost
Seeing in fevers
going blind from all the cancer
that bound
When we see each other again will it be this
These sentences slip past
these ghost town images of my
Away from the rivers we gather our things for tonight.
When we stood and wiped away your eyes
and reached
We set our heads to rest
and fall out of form
Drawing this box for you
to recreate me into something
Pull these scars from my face of overreacting.
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