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I'm sorry I've been wistful and half-hearted with my colouring in

All my yellows are pale and I'm sickly with my greens

And I'm twisting brickstone red in my teeth until my gums bleed

I can't go out like this, it's unseemly and sort of

Tongue tripping over teeth

I'm losing pieces of myself in the living rooms of friends

It's a sideways glance I'm done dancing in-between

I'm so well dressed for someone with no sense of self

But I'm slipping into being

I'm brimming at the surface of my skin

Opening