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Slice my flesh,
Trim by bones.
Undo my soul.
Destroy my home.
Emptiness consumes me.
Never see the light.
Take me to the end of the Blight.

Coughing blood,
Open sores.
Ulcers fill my mouth.
Neat, prim clothes,
Cowbell knows.
I wipe the blood from my nose, and I

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