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Jun 2016
I feel sick thinking about the time I opened up to you
Cut my chest open
Set my organs on display
You synchronised your tears with mine
My mind your art gallery
A museum of history
Shaking fists and trembling teeth
You collected me like an artefact
And my body took you as an external *****
But it's hard to keep someone on the outside
Once they begin to eat you on the inside
Simpleton
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