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Envisioning.

Meaty, bony
epidermal
chemical sack:
took till it could take
it no more. Drive
in the point

by breaking down
my door, sending
your sharpened
blade piercing
through my chest,
missing my spine.

Even with that heart
out of commission
I feel far
more fucking alive

than your cold,
telepathic eyes
could imagine

for you, envision
to me.

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