Use
Use
See not clearly
See not truth
White strings
Circle of hate
Exquisite
Light calls
Letters
Both under and
On to
For my use/vice
Tape twirl
Up, down
Cure me of
My
Overactive modesty
Red lines half-painted
Served me
Well
But all in return
Leaking and
Cold and
A dial
I want to play with
My dial
I like to play with
My dials
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