My heart's a pyramid
With moss-covered bricks
And a worn-out,
Ancient pulse.
Before me lies a lake
Of frogs
Which warm,moist kisses
Separate
From princes of
The dawn.
Chased by a rain curtain,
Drops of blackened faith,
I refuse to move.
Run as I may,
This baptism will always
Cling
To my trail.
I am who I create.
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