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Clean for a moment
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
