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When is it enough?
Having lies echo through ear
cuff; Imagined mine skin being
tough, steel plate entirely
made, emergence beyond expletives wade...
only discovering own
bluff, inviting those to inch their way
up, a grisly close-up,
deceptively delightful fluff;
once more sick of stars winking
stare, squeezing what's left of eye's
weep & flare,
watch last of
grip, loosen as knuckles burn to tip,
an arduous flowing sip
-
touch comes cold,
indeed I
fold, nerves meticulously unraveled mind hold.
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