i flip and reverse you
in my head the movements make sense
to look like something new
the color shift, a rainbow cubed
the axle grinds under the pressure
movements, a torrent of thoughts
faded observations of words and gestures
every action leads to reactions
the chemicals that leak from our heads and hearts
pool around, ready to drown and
continue to break barriers of thoughts
perhaps one day i'll figure you out
but why the fuck would i want to
this self inflicted torture is a guideline
to make me a rubik's cube to you
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