bring me to my knees.
bleeding believers into the breeze
collapsed into relapse
folded, end over end
like hot glass in a toffee machine
desperate to be something new, 
but coming out the same.

a mess. 
a cheap amalgamate.
a glossy something stuffed with something
leaning toward forever
hoping someone finds meaning
looking closer than I care to
closer than my design intended.

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