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A shroud,
it covers my soul.
How beautiful today,
henceforth will be dying.

To covet,
though strangely unique.
Covering me completely,
forever torn to threads.


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Rounded to perfection;
it hides my very being.


Meticulous craftmanship;
never showing a flaw.


Everyday;
damn it to hell everyday.


Walking under a sense;
one that no one knows.


Excrement;
fuck them all.



6/98

 I can feel it coming on,
                                                   FINALLY
I relax and let it take over, SLOWLY
I have waited and longed for it, COVETED
I realize; it is leaving, STOP
I really needed it this time, WANTED
I tried to allow it, UNSELFISH
I accept that I may never, CRY


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