screaming fury when nothing's begun..
standing outside under the cold hot sun..
portraying a beggar while begging for none..
steaming frames of one less captured..
acting as if nothing else mattered..
but the pure life experience of a smile being shattered.
fingerprint me so i remember who i've touched
and if the chill of my hands meant anything much,
besides just a cold empty touch.
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