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So wouldn't I

with withered hope

fade away?

I think I shall just burn brighter

a freshly embittered flame

and the moths will come attracted to the energy

yet will not steal but instead be consumed and feed what grows independently

this seed which I implant within me grows steadily like some oddly desirable weed

keeping me healthy and free from that disease

I

open mouthed

speak truthfully inside myself and vomit forth all unwanted bending force

I am clean

clean shall I remain until I stumble upon some new and interesting form of decay