I peel away a cracked marble mask with hidden rage veins. Chiseled loose by the patter of watershed tears. A tongue that tastes of tar and turpentine. enlightenment is achieved like a brick to the temple. I tattoo nine Jieba dots to my left hand with blackblood ink. Flaws in glass fences and cobblestone walls are within me. I am the distorted lens. I struggle to wear my embarrassment plainly.
11:05 a.m. - 2017-05-08
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