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I spin the beads between

these callouses formed on slender

fingers, resembling rocks

also, dreaming of things I wished

I did once, now driven to

insanity, drifting off in sullen

void she captured my mind

and sucked it dry, said she failed

to find a spouting fountain there,

thusly I retreat to a not-so-noble

throne made up of melting clay…