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I'm sorry I've been wistful and half-hearted with my colouring in
All my yellows are pale and I'm sickly with my greens
And I'm twisting
Brickstone red in my teeth
Until my gums bleed
I can't go out like this, it's unseemly and sort of, tongue tripping over teeth
I'm losing pieces of myself
In the living rooms of friends, it's a sideways glance
I'm done dancing in-between
I'm so well dressed for someone with no sense of self
But I'm slipping into being
I'm brimming at the surface of my skin; opening