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twist and bend, the squiggle of smoke rises and fades,

i watch the grey disintigrate into the black velvet night.

i scratch and tear at the wounds that desperately try to mend themselves together,

i feel the bones poke through the vital blanket of flesh.

one. two. three. four.

your heart beats, ticks, like a hand grenade beneath the surface,

do not give it to me - keep it and allow it to explode within you,

destroy your inner workings and crumple like a useless piece of poet's paper.





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