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your acid habits compile,
and slit my throat,
pouring a soup of rotten blood and bones
into my empty hands, so that I may recognize
the stench of your lies.

you thought that breaking people
was like slicing an apple;
that is was supposed to be easy and precise,
and that it would leave you with a snack for later.

but I'm no piece of fruit
that you can just chop up,
and pass around the room.

you're tampering with a ruby,
and now my jasmine eyes
refuse
to leak fragrant rivers
to flood my barren body.

my body has been stripped of all life,
and yet somehow,
it still finds a way
to survive.

you fool,
I don't need you.

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