Symptomatic

Cover my eyes with velvet glasses
so I can’t see what’s become of me.

Tear my limbs from their sockets
so I can’t feel my loneliness.

Strip me naked in a long corridor
so ghosts may pass through my soul.

Tie red ribbons in my hair
to make me pretty again.

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