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+***
+
+you can be Kesha
+and I'll be Alice.
+Alice,
+Alice,
+Arisu,
+*I never meant to hurt you, Arisu.*
+*I love you, Arisu.*
+
+I hurt,
+and I hurt back,
+and I disappear,
+and I forget
+
+the light and the dark
+a construct as old as time itself
+the duality that lies at the heart of mankind
+the god and the devil
+the sun and the moon
+the blue and the gold
+the new and the old
+the ancient father
+of every daughter I've known
+
+but I don't know if I'll make it through this night.
+
+is it because I'm trapped in an institution that does naught but suck money from me?
+is it because, no matter where I go on this Wired, I keep making an asshat of myself?
+how many licks does it take to get to the center of a trademarked corporate candy?
+
+a-one, a-two, a-three!
+
+the world may never know,
+*and I sure as hell don't!*
+
+with aching knees and a heavy heart,
+I push myself off the floor
+and decide that I will keep fighting.
+for what, I know not
+for who, I remember not
+but even though my feet yearn for rest
+my heart must keep thumping
+
+it is 4:04 in the morning
+and a phone's brightness is blaring into the night
+abandoned by its owner
+and I have had gods at my feet
+and angels in my arms, in my hair, touching everywhere
+even if I cannot remember what they've said
+
+Seliph the Indomitable,
+Seliph the E'er-Complete,
+it shines above and crawls below
+and guides along my feet
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander