you were unhinged
clattering apart in the wind
rotting shutters that just need a coat of paint
you sat cutting power cords with safety scissors
hoping to light up the light bulb you called
an idea of a brain
"what to do, what to do"
muttered at broken glass backed up with silver
and even the half versions of you wouldn't answer
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