12/11/2020

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In the twilight of the edge of my head
I urge myself to rid what is dreadfully said
The intrusion of thoughts which fill my mind
Instructing me on how to rid my own life
Like crackling ice; shards sharp like knives
Are the impulses that twist like a hilt in my spine

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