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Lead dripping from
empty sockets,
a clock hissed in serpent hours,
it's venom oozing from the crystal walls
it's 4 a.m. you insomnia lunatic.
I'm too busy admiring,
how the man in the moon slithered through
these blinds on my soul-swept window.
That night I was a canvas,
as the moonlight stripped my arm raw of shale,
and tinted my skin with
silvertongue.
And when he was finished,
tiger stripes tattooed my thinning vessel.
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When I can't sleep I leave myself
the stupidest of poetry.
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