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you agonise, unknowingly
you err, unseeingly
against my brittle exterior.

oh, plundered syllables
soliloquise these pieces
these shreds of photograph
that cannot hope to make up
one whole person, again.

pull at my yarns, both of you
my strength unravelling
my shape disintegrating
weave me to your own pattern.

dying, dying, dead.