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Jan 2014
Ensconced in metal
Chains corrupt my mind
Cutting white flesh red
Scar tissue blisters
Digging deeper
Imprinting memories into porcelain bone
Marrow trickles
Leaving hollow tunnels behind
That echo when you knock
Silver Wolf
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