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NEW GOD OF AN ANTIQUE WAR

i only want the world

to end when i’m done

with it

a boy stares into the lake & falls

in love

it’s not how you think,

with his own reflection

but rather

the lake

o to be so fluid you can hold

another’s shape

& stay the same thing

this story is a horse

beaten into a new name

a french king builds a palace

of mirrors & bankrupts his countrymen

you can’t drink glass

without becoming

something else

sure, everyone has heartache

but mine lives

in my body

it moves as i move

it stares back at me