She comes to me
In many guises
In many forms
At many moments
She comes to me
Misunderstanding
That's her name
Misanthropic
Hot and soppy
Well and good
Dissolved in coffee
Sure as sugar
She's the fuse
And I'm the locket
Please don't rust
We can't unlock it
The mask of hoods
The horn of nob
Broken shadows
Cane and rent us
But we rain
And let it drench us
As we live in muiti-mensions
I sketch these squibs
To infuse my tensions.
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