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My impulses betray me,
they’re not what I desire
they just mask the pain
that comes when I tire
I’m refueled by the life
that feasts upon my own
I celebrate my bondage
devoured,
I am home.

 

had a few unfinished pieces on my way to this. instead of making more excuses, i’ll find a way to make it up.

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