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bless your brittle bones
as I gnaw my teeth down to a pulp
but without you there’d be no center to my toppled world

bathe in sisters blood
talk to the ghost of my dads mom
about nothing but heaven and the cancer in her gut

stare until it hurts
into the eyes of an animal stripped of breath
and in my life I want to see the suffering of them all

end, this curse is dear
to stare into a mirror
and then into the eyes of someone willing to absorb
but without you there’d be no center to my toppled world

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