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2d
My brain is drenched in oil.
You are wrapped in silver foil.
I watch the spark ignite.
Gray matter burns bright.
My brain now mushy meat.
It makes you overheat.
You unwrap but guilt it lingers.
The lighter falls from your fingers.
Written by
Abby
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     Phenomenological and rick
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