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I slip away,
and the coarse strings of time
cut into my fingertips
as I pluck at the instruments
in life’s great symphony;
Wounding the harmonies
and spreading discord through
all the melodies I’ve so cherished.
In such a way,
my mouth shall close around
those sounds and feed
the growing silences in me
until I can't scream.
Then you are satisfied;
when my heart ill sings
of joy and all her merits.
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Holy. Shit. I think I just died a little on the inside.