realign your eyes
to the hornets in the skies
repeat your defeat
to the orphans of the wheat
repent your words
to the glass jury herds
unbroken and untouched
lost without a crutch
a villain for the age
a flame for the page
the first words that i speak today
will not be "good morning", "i love you" or "stay"
i only speak now
to request or demand
i don't say "i love you"
and i don't kiss your hand
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