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twisted bones/and sick fantasies

it just doesn't feel real
this unsolved gruesomeness
of your infidelities
why would you murder what we had
and just casually toss our memories in the fire
to feed those vicious flames?
why?
why?
metaphorically
you stabbed me in the stomach
but it feels real in such a way
that i sickly imagine the wounds on my body.
Written by TheWeepingYanagi
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