Look at it.
The creature is moving,
The movements are rhythmic,
The mimic impostor
she owns the world.
She owns the filth of it.
She owns the mire.
What is it?
The outline is clear,
The shading needs work.
The curves move,
It dances.
It finds out routines.
It plays the Piper.
Find her
Fix her
Don’t lose her
Don’t break her,
Find her
Fix her
Forgive her,
Maker.
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