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tumor
it’s in my head
bleeds out my eyes
molds my brain
could be a sign
too late to tell
we’ll never know
does it matter
how far it goes
eats through the skin
ripping tissue
brittle bones
over misuse
when i die
remember me
suck my sins
while they’re still ripe
03/19/24
© poeticsofnikki
bleeds out my eyes
molds my brain
could be a sign
too late to tell
we’ll never know
does it matter
how far it goes
eats through the skin
ripping tissue
brittle bones
over misuse
when i die
remember me
suck my sins
while they’re still ripe
03/19/24
© poeticsofnikki
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