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You planted yourself in my brain

like a maggot. And even though

I didn't want you there, I couldn't help

but fantasize about having you elsewhere,

like in my future or in my dreams.

You consumed my flesh,

tore at my decayed heart.

I was the corpse you made a home

in. But when I cured myself of your

sickness, left my rotting shell,

you were still there.

I tried to shed my flesh of you,

but every layer I tore away you

remained. You weren't just in my flesh,

you were in my bones,

you were in my brain,

but you were never in my heart. 

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