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You fit inside me,
like a needle in an addicts arm.
A pile of rotting flesh
hidden underneath a bed sheet.
A clean sample
of what lives inside me,
what dies inside me.

Wake me when I'm bleeding.
My arms losing power.
To touch you. There is nothing better.
Staring into the sea,
as if to see the bottom of all this depth,
only to realize I'm already there.
The water, carried by the wind.
Frustrated, anxious currents.
They rush towards something, it seems,
but only go around in circles.

In loving memory, she'd say.
In everything she saw, there lay a negativity.
A constant reminder,
of everything she never liked to think about.

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