Clinical, white glows taunt me
"Your tears are not our wage!"
I rot from within, and
My maggots cannot be helped
My body has been murdering me
For years now
So it is no longer a surprise
Like a raucous and debilitating
Windy roar
But a tender, whispering caress
"I'll see you to your end"
(4/1)
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