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cut me

unfuck me

suck me into ugly gloom

bloom flowers of chime birds barking in time to fly into the sun

stunned, summer shuns some to come into the night

but flight

i will escape into my room and die

cross myself divine and dine

i'm fine

i will bite my arm until i bleed

infect me with a new disease

my need for something more defined by broken whores and inner fight

i might

try

to cut off my arm,

for skin,

i might