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[annawildsmith]

start
the bottom of my soles
that is where the evil grows
when you break my spine
you'll see the dry veins
spill like wine

centre
trace the navel scar
the ties that used to be
I unknotted the chord
it was the wrong key
better to finger the track

end
it will never come
profound in me
it's consumed completely
when you need to
back out slowly