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She cloaked herself behind the wallpaper
creeping around the room
and fattening my psychosis
like a sponge under a faucet
expanding and absorbing
rational thought
and mushing it into a porridge
of obsession
and the sense of a thousand faces
peering at your female body,
contorting themselves
into a collage of mockery