'Dark' 'twisted'
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To be freed and to be chained
That is my duality
There is a part of me
Wanting to be freed
Wanting to break boundaries
Then there is this part of me
Like the dark side of the universe
Clear glass that cuts like a fork tearing flash like a rip in my shorts.
Shattered ceramic like a pale child's doll cutting my vessel like a thin paper wall.
Èṣù,
I remember you incited my triskaidekaphobia
after striking me as I stood, dead
center, in a vacillating road
On the eve of my thirteenth birthday.
