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[0fleshmechanic0]

seamless perfect faultline
made up of sharpened tongues to cut
and the faults are simple
the ringing in my ears that spirals out forever
the burning that splits my eyes wide open

the lights aren't that bright
they're sporadic like the thoughts that cross your mind
unable to stop or to grasp

but tears clasp the edge of your face to drown in mid air
and slip past your hate charred lips

the empty moments last all too long
but a fonder absense is patient
and maybe if I'm patient enough even this moment will end.