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The world cuts the
necks of forests and the

innocent as you walk
the circumference of

my head. I kill time as I
dream of what is already

dead and I’ve been chewing
my nails down to their cuticles

knowing I will never taste
anything as sweet

knowing I craved a bitterness
I cannot seem to spit

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