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Possession.

Chew my tongue into pieces, taste each
one of my faces. Every crevice
until I can't take it. Enter
the sour blanket and spit out
the blood and bits. Succumb to the
brittle bones, the sordid flesh,
fresh from the body of an
otherwise useless carcass. Hold me
down, use yourself as a harness; an
animal protecting its prey
from natural decadance.

Moved, with my matter now a sect,
I stuggle to stay faithless
within this gracious head.
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