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bitter sour drops,
balancing on the tip of my tongue
songs sung
li(v)es lived
swallowing this hatred
a mass putrid state of me
shadows behind my reflections
of
an easter egg I could never find
coated with a more chipper shell
of me
fine
shiny and free
black pupils
the shape of my unimaginable
the nape you get off biting
your hands around my throat
my only means of breathing
bleeding
seething
inviting me
tying me down to the bedposts of your immaturity
blindfolding my innocence behind masks you paint raw
these clenching chattering teeth
laughing
parannoyingly at me
Blood spattered hand prints on filthy hotel walls
I fear you jumping out behind the door
breathing heavier than before
I fear you coming out of that bathtub
being dirtier
than ever
ever being then
being now
being never
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