*Inside corrosion*
*A cavern that drips*
*Outside erosion*
*And blood on my lips.*
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*Sensation so hollow*
*that with numbness brims life.*
*In salty droplets I wallow.*
*Where is that knife?*
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*I crave destruction*
*only to heal.*
*A blood reduction*
*to remember I'm real.*
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by Lisa Kasum