of course there's more
but not for you to explore.
No open door through which you may
Amuse yourself with my musings
Without these walls I would feel
the sufferings of all the world
Is that what you want?
The destruction of me through my own empathy?
Is it not enough I give this glorious show
of sequin
and stiletto
of costume
and wig
of corset
and chain of fire and rain?
Must you barrel through and barrel my soul; collect it
as your souvenir of something pure
in this world of shadow?
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