no matter how fabricated
created
Art imitates us
and yet we cry at its knowing trying to be art
to be beautiful
spralw me over your flat screen
watch me bleed
i wanna be like those faces tears fallings
smiles so big mouths look broken
make me like those stars half shot on stage
i wanna be that sparkle
that story
saving lives
like melodies
i wanna be that note
that ends each song
the syllable held at the end of her tongue
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