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Searching
In silence, fever expands
a world with one purpose
one everything.
This is my fading obsession.
The counting.
The measuring.
The smoke of my bones
grinding against each other.
The smell of fear.
This is the only lie I'd tell you.
My only truth.
Caustic fumes
discs of poison
I don't want any.
I run
pushing my own soul
no physical boundaries.
In the night
sweat pouring, stomach churning,
I find my heart, alone
a world with one purpose
one everything.
This is my fading obsession.
The counting.
The measuring.
The smoke of my bones
grinding against each other.
The smell of fear.
This is the only lie I'd tell you.
My only truth.
Caustic fumes
discs of poison
I don't want any.
I run
pushing my own soul
no physical boundaries.
In the night
sweat pouring, stomach churning,
I find my heart, alone
Published 4th Mar 2011
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