Behold red stitches for they have
popped ~ reveal an oasis from within.
Great saboteur tether hearts and
stars ~ this is your greatest sin.
Furred with gimmicks, the basting
did give and yanked me inside out.
Outgrowth of feelings ~ emptiness,
fatuous without a single doubt.
Orchestra of nothingness meant
to rip my hearty chest apart.
Laconic one ~ zigzags were
gone right from the very start.
Redoubtable ~ the fire is strong,
flames burn batting while I shout.
There is no need grand saboteur,
but just to jilt me inside out.
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