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there
are
bees
behind
my eyeballs
buzzing
stinging

rats
with
moth wings
bite
me
as
i
sleep

my blood
is
poison
my venomous
pain
seeps over
broken
lips

i am
tired
drained

weakened

but

still
strong enough
to
burn down
everything
with

a lackluster smile

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