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Before slowly tightening the binds.

He professes it frees Him of His mind.

What He does not confess is this -

It's fucking on it all the damn time.

They both

Their

Eyes.

Apparently, I don't have a heart.

Which is useful, really

Cos it can't be torn apart.

Apparently, I don't have feelings.

So what I want

Has no meaning.

Curling up like a crystal-bitten flower

Set in ice

Set in stone

Set so still

Silence to bring

You take another pill.

When I write them.

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