i've met your face before,
know the make
of you,
you spin out thoughts
that go
hand in hand
with your beliefs,
if only.
i am not proud
to know
you live inside
a cardboard box,
you are still a child
inside a robot.
there is mud
under my fingernails,
from the pies we made
when we were
young.
you stole
my innocence.
maybe you would
have ended somewhere
else, if things
had started different.
you've already
jumped down the
rabbit hole.
i don't have to
follow you.
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