song of ribcages

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Trapped in skeletal prisons,

A dark rose of absurd color -

The most outré of purples.

Aria stretches her gnarled skin,

Watches it tear,

Pulls at stubborn layers,

Sets them aflame.

They burn like moths,

Caught in the light they love.

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