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Black ribbons form outlines

With a gray velvet interior

Cold dank air swallows its contents

Its soft arms catch my watered-down feelings

As my wand of strength implodes

Into a crevasse of blood

It was required, it had been building up from the middle

I knelt down to be closer with my weakness

My emotionally drained corpse

is decaying in my secluded haven

This is the permanent film of me hiding from life in the gorgeous shadows.