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Description
"x" marks your soul but
it's lost treasure for
a reason.
febrile
with fear your
pulse, puckered
like a hot poker,
ever inclined to
sting.
letting minor
sixths set your
spine straight,
pulling your
pallid privations
taut.
oh what a
marvelous mess
we've made.