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Nov 11
take,
take all i have,
open me up,
rob me
of what working organs i have left,
carve what you want
into my bones,
take,
until there's nothing left,
and then scream,
into unhearing ears,
that i'm not giving you enough.

perhaps then i shall be reborn.

when i am no longer
of any use to you,
my blind eyes shall see you
for what you really are.
not fixing,
not caring,
not approaching,
but intruding,
stealing,
killing.

blessed be the vivisected.
ayyy first poem on here!
Written by
Micha
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     Ben Noah Suresh and Kayla S
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