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hearing breaths

at a loss of words
i could have swore it was all *there*
parallel to the floor, staring at ceiling tiles
the reaping fiend is back and it's grim

installing prospects of failure
the 3rd time isn't always the charm,
from present to future then past
you're now his, and it's his time to harm

slice and snip everything just grown
i'm now...
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tessabbie:
i like that!