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[magneticsushi]

It's in between your arms.
Heavy.
No one ever really means to take it this far;
are you ready?

We all be but only
lonely beggars
whenever we
lose.
And virulent leeches
as we consume.

It's a bullet in the teeth.
Unfolding deep beneath
and behind;
climbing north.

So here you will always find yourself, too.