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Pulsing

Saved in a box
your heart
regurgitate
like a clock

pulsing
shrieking my name

from Hell's purgatory
and talons of tears
from eternal dark

until the first layers of dawn
with hands that shake
as my body wilts

and dies from the blade
in death's insecurity
saved in a box

pulsing
shrieking my name
Written by adagio
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