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Abstract wounds, this nothingness.

We met, when we left.

Damaged, I hold your hurt.

Lost in graves of pain.

Betrayed in me; deaf with bone exposed.

My veins erased.

Crushed dreams for sound.

Four walls feast upon me.

My open cross; hear the knife hit the floor.

Our smiles, with memory decay.

Violent shapes – on dry lips.

Withering lines, my hands spiral.