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it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
running and tripping and falling and running.
crying till i'm laughing till i'm crying.
"i can't feel anymore. not you, not myself."
but still it hurts, it hurts,

it hurts.
ink from my pen
flows through my veins
just beneath the skin

snaking its way
towards the source
of its maddening chaos

it stains the bones
of my rib cage
seeping into the marrow

it searches
ever yearning

b.z.
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