Dishonest creatures
we advocate denial
in the heart of cherry blossoms
and thousand watt smirks
manufacturing mirages
to safeguard a sorcerer named hope
just let the frost devour
like glass particles of rain
you won’t be a hero
aged of silicone dimension
because it matters too much
the sensation every time you fuck up
and you spend ten days
tearing at the linoleum
until you see your face
in the puddle on your leaky floor
you damn all the legends
and folklore champions
who coast into history
with an unfair advantage
of fiction
when deep inside
every one knows
it’s in those rare moments
caught in a realm
where abstract penmanship underlines the warning symbols
of absolute defeat
that losing makes the most sense
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