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what would i do without you?
you there,
crouching darkly on my brain
you feed me rules and lies
to fill my
empty stomach
you demand perfection of me
and i will die trying
you are shrill and stealthy
refusing to release me
if it were up to you
skin and bones i would be
and mirrors
would reflect only you
in all you miserable glory
i would recede
a shrunken husk
brittle, wind-sore, grave-tired
where do you go when i refuse?
do you brood and plot
new words to whispher to my mind
but then again,
maybe i can hurt you
take your claws from my flesh
and being anew
free of your malignancy





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