if what I felt was pain let me introduce you to my friend the pain in-exile let me spray you with last-minute lies the screens oh so cleverly designed
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underneath the skin a glittering ocean the waves and the pulsating soil a spine bent into perverse angles projected on a screen a charming grimace
the pain is neverending all the dreams have been deflowered the once lethal weapons are corroding quickly perfectly circular little men are dancing
blur sores that breed and crawl around on one's chest cracks and stains in a pattern of geometric impossibilities the ashes and the razors that tore
