Little pieces of polished metal
flutter
welcome in
hand in hand we step through smiling
occasion
friends dancing about
a little collection of words within my tuxedo pocket
and a collage of paper mache replica hearts
bound from our chests
pierce the silence
terrified by the sentiment
our thoughts become transparent
in this moment
we wish to assassinate them
rendering ourselves innocent
we hide
these thoughts must not breathe
these thoughts must not drink
please pale them blue
lifeless, bloated, forgotten in a desert
smother them by taking your mother
for a walk
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