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The Thick of It

Here in the garden of paradox
lies a misshapen form acutely aware
of absolute, persistent denial.

Your fingers pulsate against
spongy flesh, finding
the sting of barbs.

Scarlet drops are absorbed
by a dust of hunger—

Let me sleep.
Written by Eerie
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