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Bathroom choir of humming lights, Glass like water, filmed with nights. I write her name with shaking hand; The mirror writes: I understand. Rust blooms circles round my face— “sinner,” it halos—“take your place.” Confessions in a rusted mirror: Every lie comes out clearer. If love is law, I’m the error— Confessions in a rusted mirror. Tile-cold beads my knotted knees; The sink coughs up its inland seas. A wristband from the night before Clings damp; the bouncer’s stamp says “door.” Pipe-drip ticks a metronome— Count to twelve; start crawling home. Confessions in a rusted mirror… I press my thumb where letters were; The fogged-in heart refuses blur. On glass, a bus-stub sags and tears— Condensed stars, falling spears.
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Bathroom choir of humming lights Glass like water, stained with nights I write her name with shaky hand The mirror writes, I understand Rust blooms circles round my face It says sinner, take your place Confessions in a rusted mirror Every lie comes out clearer If love is law, I’m the error Confessions in a rusted mirror Tile cold rosary on my knees Sink coughs blood of ancient seas I tell the glass how hard I tried It fogs a heart and then it sighs Pipe‑drip metronome of blame Count to twelve and start again Confessions in a rusted mirror Every lie comes out clearer If love is law, I’m the error Confessions in a rusted mirror Break me Name me Confessions in a rusted mirror Let me drown, make it nearer If faith won’t hold, make it dearer Confessions in a rusted mirror
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