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International Limbo Championship

The love governing my still tapping fingers
Is seeping beneath the carpet and starting to stink.
My carbon monoxide detector warns me of a Hannibal Lecter, in the doorway he lingers,
And I know my days are numbered.
   The only console to my council is sucking the bottle dry, another six fly by, the wallpaper is peeling like my mind's smoke addle eye.
When I look down I realize, I've been digging for years, my blackened hands start to tremble. As I drag my gaze upward, I begin to really see.
   Each hole hides a body, each body is me.
Written by mantisdeer (Cait)
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