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Desperate Lines

Trying his best to stick around
Not lose his fragile mind
Ideas come, then soon depart
Lines dropping rhythm but never blues
Necrosis sets in, nothing fresh
As wasted as this pound of flesh

He reads his latest, tears it apart
Ignores the slicing of his heart
The stains drying on the floor
He sits down to write some more.

Art by Drew Coffman
Written by crowfly
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