hate creeps close
like a cold pane of glass
i'm a cuck
for the almost reflection
press my feet
to the precipice
take the pain
without inspection
two dimensions
too many to grip
could claim us both
the culprit
still I'd only be
kissin' the tip
i need the chaos
to keep me guessing
it's random chance
i skirt the lesson
press the bullseye
to my chest
i'll still be off target
but if i'm the titanic
you're the iceberg
i'm charging
see who breaks who
as if it ain't obvious
we're both going down;
laughing with hindsight
our brand new
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