In all you do

with your every day,

are you being built,

or are you being broken?

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The question marks are stalagmites.

The conversation dripping.

We’ve lost all form.

You’ve lost your way.

I feel like I am sinning.

To stay with you I would be.

[I’ve got to run away.

…]

[I’m trading in the fame for some logic.]

The punctuation fleeing.