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sliced

sliced my wounds scream
of times, of pains, of means
last rights, unholy nights
stars standing still
oceans
vast and swollen
swallowing the deep
dictating
undeveloped dreams
deluged within the past

it's not the end
and I've not bled out
I'm tied
to the wings of your words
to your post
a tourniquet infused
dripping in your lamb
I am

we are neither death
nor are we life
but a blade
slicing together
an atmosphere of the night

Written by JusTim_
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