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Am I just the bear,
drinking in the irony,
precariously free,
I don’t know

do you see both eyes open
in the dark
chasing down pictures
I paint from my madness
stop, stop,
I can’t hear over your
eyes, can’t hear over your
I don’t–

Am I just the bear
screaming out in agony
crawling for respite,
am I the hunter that seeks,
am I the gun?

Am I my own fall,
chin up for the shot
playing for a bullet to dodge
play it safe, I still want it all

back to back,
polar, bi–
so much bitterness?
never see behind me
just shame at the sight of me

taking turns basking in glows but
I never know who’s inside of me
can’t tell who is beside me.


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