Solace

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There's beauty in destruction

In chains hanging loose and rusted

In cogs torn free of their gearworks

Teeth sharp, glinting dully,

Echoes of clanging, clanking, clicking

Filling the space behind my eyes

Why not give in to this falling apart?

This fading away, the decay of the lonely

The chaos of atrophy, sharp with insanity

A solace for us whose gears don't turn

Like they used to.

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