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Ravaged, thin slivers of my face explode
Followed by the expulsion of fabric staining puddles

The residual roar of my father
Echoes as if trapped in a windowless cell
Bouncing inside me till finally piercing a molten stake
through my heart

A sudden burst of blood flushes my cheeks into candy apples
But all I can do is lock every muscle and hope for an escape

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