They

They try to break my passion into poison

They want to crisp the edges of my smile

and glaze my eyes with an ice coldness

They want to cover truth with doubt

and fade all faith from their faces

They want to turn flesh hugs into

empty concrete spaces

petrified on hard tiles.

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