Contortionists

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Grayscale, iridescent retina…

So tainted, so polluted. 

By the world succumbed by phony idealists – 

What is even real? 

Contortionist plastered – 

In every aspect you see. 

My greatest wish is to one day…

See only beauty in me. 

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