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blood fails, facing truth
after the downfall of a solid heart

we replace
living organs
with
clockwork toys and rubber tubes,
expecting to feel ~
pain, secured.

once
we wandered down the road
of riddled tomorrows ~
tales of caution
wasted on pubescent ears

now
we are thrown to the wolves
as our bodies dissolve;
rusty instincts
screaming bloody murder.

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