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bipeds and their concealed wildnesses

a thing less like heart and more like crevices

larynx to hurt and arms to kill

reeking skin and bleeding wrists

inked spines and blank brains

dark minds and coloured hair

foul vision and dying soul

splintered body; pretending to be whole

neither flaws nor perfections
nor sanity or pain
it's simple kindness
that makes you humane.

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