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Sharp daggers tear away at my spleen, A raging inferno within my bowels. The pulse behind my eyes: bump bump, My eyeballs might burst from the pressure. A sharp twist in my muscles To find a kink in my spine. A tightly drawn knot And my calf becomes my universe. A jab here, a poke there There�s lightning in my stomach. A twist of tendons Tears at the arch in my foot. A drain in my soul Finds a broken heart. |
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