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torn from the book you kept close to your heart. quickly spreading drops of blood. i see them running down the sides of your face. their paths blurred with all the lights
but unmistakably there
flesh wounds growing into ravaging cancers. you wipe them clean. hoping they trudged unnoticed
that the page is still immaculately blank
but i see the tiny little red dots. and i can't bear to count them. it's so much easier to indulge into oblivion
torn a gain
torn again