in the morning light sun red infuses my dream of immortality with doubt and specks appear on the mirror mottled surface alive with possibilities this is where it goes this is where it goes i glance right the razor there waiting.
the film there before my eyes the barrier for always i raise a hand and the lipstick fades tiny particles flecks disappear without trace sucking teeth and gums the red stuff begins to flow
Discipline is the road to freedom 
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