my words are too exhausted
to fight your attempts at lyricism
enervated by the desire for brevity
and instant gratification at your
fingertips that dance
on my lips like a muse
called my emotions together
like they needed a false sense of solidarity
an invocation for melodrama
to flow through my veins
like a poetic vice
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