Cocktail...

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Dancing and drinking pain,
Locked myself in the room,
Lights are off,
of course,
And there is this music which rains;

I am tearing myself off,
Limb by limb, into pieces,
In the mind,
I am many, Dispersed terrain;

I smile through blood,

In my particles,
Write the mark of pain,
Tear me clean, in this rain...

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