Wide but unfelt,
Quiet and unmerry.
Chelsea's smile,
When can you see?
Cold molten clay
Cascading over enamel.
Rotten masterpiece
Six feet underground.
A metronome of nonexistence.
Til' Eros' home in
Stop vibrating.
Under austere
Bricks and Mortar cage.
For everyone
Whom fall asleep
Until the final weight
Is set on the Window,
Please remember Chelsea
Whom smiles pure agony
Of the slit
On her face.
Will you ever see?
No, you will not
For it is your Chelsea's smile
Stark and as white
As Chelsea's painstaking
Grin.
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