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I am
Crippled-

As my
Ribs
Pierce my
Lungs

As my
Heart
Swells, and
Bursts

As my
Bones
Start to
Chip, and
Crack

As my
Teeth
Turn yellow, black,
Rot, and fall
Out

As my
Blood
Begins to
Boil, and
Swirl, and
Curdle, and
Ooze,
Pour, from every
Escape

As my
Brain
Continues to
Buzz
In this electric
Fog
That is my
Sorrow, my
Loss.





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