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archaic my bad hands rape

the ink you've supplied

with messages amber and

greyscale, supposing my failure

is a myth to uncover:



shattered senses

pieces of heard pain

but never completely felt

shots in the dark

you took and missed

it's not really your fault or mine



so sharp and sad

that i almost feel it

so intense

it almost wakes me

from this