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Fed through the teeth machine. Row after row of dysmorphic minerals. |
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All the things that I have seen, drowning in my reflection. |
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Bleed from sores that reach out to everyone in the room. |
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Touched by sepsis, cradled in a mountain of bone. |
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I pretend not to notice that we belong in the same room. |
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We touch the same door handle and drink from the same fountain. |
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I'm repulsed. Sickening drive to cultivate loathing. |
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I dishonest nod and grin as we pass in the streets. |
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Eater! Nashing pit full of bracing. Tangled in a tortured sickness. |
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Search your soul. Unlock the treatures. |
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Crossing through those pearly gates that exit to that special place. |
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We belong in the same room. Smiling in my reflection. |
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Bound tight by nerve endings and veins; Wound just like nooses. |
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To dissuade my confusion. |
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We touch the same door handles and drink from the same fountain. |
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I am repulsed by this mouthful of precious stones. |
