fingertips unbelieving along
the market sidewalks,
something to feel
in an artificial world
I would like to stuff you
into my vacant heart,
replace that parched
and withered thing,
set it ablaze until I burst
with colour
Don't try and stop me, I am no thief
but a budding eccentric,
play along with me
until the bleeding fills my shoes
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