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I want the conversations

We'll never have.

The urged words drip

Off my tongue

In foreign colors

And fall to the ground

Unnoticed, unheard

Ignored are the whispers

From my stained lips

And my pained fingertips

Cradle the darkness that

has stolen my soul.

Swallow me whole

and choke on my bones