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The hardest part

 

is that on some nights
 
I still hear that  
lamb crying out,
 
finding myself falling  
asleep with bones  
protruding inside  
of my throat
 
as innocence  
buries itself into  
my endless pit  
for a stomach
 
before jowls  
salivate in mercy  
praying for empty  
baptisms inside
a white-font,
 
I guess it isn't
in the stopping
 
it's learning  
to live with  
that lamb,
 
soothing
every time  
it needs to  
call out.
Written by neves
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