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Eyes open, feet sweating on satin
Flickering pain lighting up
Hitch me to the reaper.
Theater curtain, studded vest,
This limbo you breathe in
Eerie cold in my chest.
Why are you collecting plastic?
Why all the trash?
Stone-colored hands too brittle to move.
“Its closer than ever
Did you hear that faint roar?”
Sandprints, overdosed,
You've fallen off now.
You lost now. The neuro-bombs implode.
She turns over and slides closer
“I have earned my urn,
The one that’s left at my gravesite, next to the name tattooed on your hand.”
Flower blooming from inside a skull.
Skull; Hem of the horizon
The madness of all things.

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