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This biting yet dull pain gnaws,
Chipping away the petals of me. I fall to a million pieces And am lost forever. I stood in a lush, green jungle, Hearing the cries of the animals As I felt paradise. Here, I crawl; Clutching my stomach, My head scrapes on the hard ground. Blood drips in rivulets. A rotten chunk of apple Grows mold in my gut; Acids corrode the lining Of my heart, tearing away At the purity of me. Lost to the world, I cry out with the voice Of the forsaken. Battling my way through, I tear at the air around me, Screaming in confusion, As I dream of An amused serpent, Whose venom was suggestion.
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