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BLEAK
this hole
behind the sternum
that beats
like a heart
and moves
blood,
thick and rancid
one slow beat,
then another
a cold
drizzle
shivering
in its icy skin,
the sun,
that bright savior,
good as dead
under his
damp shroud
and me,
so tiny
in myself,
i am barely
a whisper
lost in
thought,
drunk
on sadness
knowing
better
oddly
ashamed
(54 unique words)
behind the sternum
that beats
like a heart
and moves
blood,
thick and rancid
one slow beat,
then another
a cold
drizzle
shivering
in its icy skin,
the sun,
that bright savior,
good as dead
under his
damp shroud
and me,
so tiny
in myself,
i am barely
a whisper
lost in
thought,
drunk
on sadness
knowing
better
oddly
ashamed
(54 unique words)
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