I could not sustain wounds that continue to gnaw my heart incessantly.
I pressed the trigger right in my head.
I wipe the knife on the tip of my aorta
for the umpteenth time I still stick to my own question.
that no poles I've ever met.
no foaming at the mouth ..
no sound echoed.
no words came out.
but
I still scratch the soles of your feet
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