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And when every mouth  
has bitten every hand
that laid wide open,
that stroked at the neck,  
when the skin has winced,  
curled back and recoiled,
I'll oil the doors,
repaint the floors,
host only the holy  
here in my home,
I'll allow my descent
because descending allows healing
and lock out
what needs locking
to protect myself at the core