pins and needles
race
down
my deadened limbs
anxiety
acupuncture
for
the shattered soul
massage
my temples
this temple
unholy
hell fire
rains
from
the tolling
brass bell
brain stem
haunted by demons
named
longing
desire
and remorse
work
the gordian knot
out
of past tense
muscular
dystopia
hollow
brittle
bones
echo
broken hearted
odes
like
splintered
lumbering
arterial
hidden agendas
flaking off
the worn enamel
of
abject
canine
devotion
an
autobiographical
biopsy
discerning
the dissent
of
tumors and lies
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So beautiful
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thank you. sometimes you just have to let it rage. sometimes it pours out.
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