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ACID

Her words flow out like acid
Dripping on my flesh.
All pain acute and wanton,
Barbed wire flossing, nothing less.

Absence has a shape, it exists.
It's form i feel inside.
It's me.

Altered profoundly by darkness,
Emerge on the far side of anxiety.
All is nothing.

 

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