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When is it enough?
Having lies echo through ear

cuff; Imagined mine skin being
tough, steel plate entirely

made, emergence beyond expletives wade...

only discovering own

bluff, inviting those to inch their way
up, a grisly close-up,
deceptively delightful fluff;

once more sick of stars winking

stare, squeezing what's left of eye's
weep & flare,
watch last of

grip, loosen as knuckles burn to tip,
an arduous flowing sip
-
touch comes cold,
indeed I

fold, nerves meticulously unraveled mind hold.