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He sat thinking traveling the subway train
Clinging to a bag with broken necklace and jaded ring
On the way from Spadina to west side Queens
She enjoyed everything that wasn't him
Loving the lamps and I.T. boys she eats their seed
While the adored shoelace wraps her throat
Strung up by the neck everyone else waited their turn
She sits with a lied phone number ringing
Listening to their song on repeat his eyes dilate
As the serotonin waves wash over him in bed
Wasn't supposed to come but he went anyways
Looking for some form of the crux of truth
Lab coat embalmed he gets one chance of greeting
Yeah they came up with a robot name for him
While he sat and smoked in the room of stained glass
Keeping his name on a list she ignored any noise
All the while damning his heart in empathy
Hyperbolic sense of self it pushes them out
Sucking methamphetamines in the nasal stream
They walked in the falls acting like they cared
Laying bare they swallowed the others serum
Even as the world revolved outside oblivious
Writing in vain he keeps warping all reality
For she warps his far worse than in the past
Ramparts of memory overtaken shaking in dreams
A harlot's braces tear against every truthful seam
Licking across the naval piercing in lust he begins to wonder
Of who has been inside there in the week's time span
Jigsawed panic attacks scatter the pieces of moments
Read the book he gave it was of the municipality's plague
Relished every printed word except his name in the front
Gave a hushed cry and wrenched the pages out anyway
With finality the train stops and he hobbles off wondering
How far into the void will he wander before she brought him back