A shield of gloss has replaced my face,
A rusty smell is embedded in my skin,
And misery is blinded by teeth,
A once steady hand slays forgotten memories,
Regret is swirling in gray steam above the trees,
My nose is tickled by the monster's claws,
My veins are tangled and braided by an exercised grip,
Sanity runs in fear, disguised as a small girl,
But I like it,
It is wrapped in golden armor like a gift,
But this gift doesn't have a bow,
Is she hiding?
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