They are taking it down slowly
In pieces so small
Just fragments
Collateral damage
The pin prick in your fine film
Minuet
Until it spreads
Hidden beneath the doubler
You wear like a mask
A patch to hid the lie
But you have eroded
Cracks radiating off in all directions
There will come a time
For breaking point
When you fall from the skies
Disintegrating.
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