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Steel

You hollow me

A little bleed

Brittle glass

Shatters veins

Nothing you say matters

I'm walking bye

In this hallucination

Alibi

Feel the stick

As it goes right in

One with things

I hunger for

One with the

Final door

Want it more

Supposed my

Mixed was filtered

I ached for 

An explanation

Got none

One more hit

I'll be freed