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I can taste myself rotting from the inside The cycle repeats religiously All that’s left lingers Slipped so quickly through thin fingers. After the teeth and hungry hands are no longer On to the next they wander.
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Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 10:46 PM UTC
Bruises
I can taste myself rotting from the inside The cycle repeats religiously All that’s left lingers Slipped so quickly through thin fingers. After the teeth and hungry hands are no longer On to the next they wander.
Shunkawarakin
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Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 10:46 PM UTC
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