Unpainted neutral mask,
Cloaking cover conceals
This singular cynic.
If I make screaming shouts,
Serrated shards explode-
Self-centred expulsion.
Now I'm burning outside
this cliched corona-
Some juvenile furance.
So if you can make use,
This self indulgent flame
Please do. Lest it blow out.
Scream Through,
Your Teeth.
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