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Feb 2014
It cuts
And it digs
Inside of me
Until there's nothing left.

It jabs
And it stabs
The surface
Until I lose sight of purpose.

It carves
And I starve
For a taste
Until I stand defaced.

It eats away
And I rot today
Tomorrow, and to my grave
As I cling to my mistakes.
Anthony M De Santi
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Anthony M De Santi  Canada
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