Don't touch my mistake.



1

Where we see the status
inside of a prior scope.
Nowhere but bright light
burning from a former hope.

2

Madness, thighs, and lips,
object or human being.
Cold sweat retort, tung slip
from where fingers cling.

3

Don't touch my mistake.
The cup is full to the brim.
Just another dead man,
hiding behind his skin.

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