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my eyes are taped open

gleaning the rancid blemishes in the air

relishing in the putrefaction



as my cornea pushes out the corners

breaking through the fleshy pink wrinkles

hues of weightless color



climbing across my numb skin

leaking into my pores

until my body twists in horror



i am staring at a blinking screen

i am staring at a blinking screen

i am staring at a blinking screen

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