The Twisted Roads To My Madness
pollution of the lower bowels,
I cut the flesh to tear it out,
a feeling of loss,
a moment of terror,
significant bleeding,
pain like no other,
quietly skipping,
silently scorn,
breaking the image,
burning the foliage,
a mistake,
an error,
twice,
times are nice,
thrice,
a picture taken earlier,
no image,
no me…
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