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For Lack of Bloodstains.

Inside, split
open wide.

Communication is key,
sharing memories
builds a bridge, need
to realize I am
you, you are me,

move passed
all this rage
and immobilizing
terror, fix
what has been broken
for far
too fucking long.

Fist
to the brick wall,
nothing
but raw meat, blood
and broken bones

and in this rain,
no hope
for even blood
stains to leave my mark,
to show
for my fucking pain.

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