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the coloured nails,
the tattoed bod.
the slamming music,
the fabulous book.
my distraught,
in rekindling something.
a feeling i yearn to dispose,
a clingling i can't bear to let go.
striving for ability,
i balanced the weekened legs.
jello beneath me,
i'm bearing a realization.

a flower blooming under the sky,
a hungry caterpiller.
eargerness to consume,
the beautiful flower,
wreckage.
soon,everything will be just a pile of scat.
gaining no attention,
easily cleared off.

acid in my stomache piping,
on this stool,a cigarette in my hand.
this is a form of life,
a life i had carved with my own hands.

my own hands...






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