Left me in a black hole of raging confusion.
Pouring my soul into a wine glass that you drunk dry,
Enjoying the risk of how quick it could shatter.
Stopping my thoughts and feelings for me to ask why.

But between the words, you managed to find my heart,
Hidden in a bookbinder sealed between secrets.
Waiting for the day everything would fall apart,
In relentless pursuit of second-hand weakness.

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