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Mind's some dispassionate corpse,
bones dragging in bizarre contorts,
nerves run erratic energy...
pours effortlessly from me;
find body tangled.
sat in corner bound by chords,
no point in screaming...
throats been out of roar;
Hearing mystical voices deplore,
yet -
motivational talks do nothing for core;
too afraid replacing menacing innards...
those wounds are keeping mine poetry in verse,
none outlet... tears gamble inward,
What an unimaginable curse.
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