Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Crouched up and down low; skin meshed with carpet thread
Abstract go with the flow; pencil lead pourin from my head
Soughing skin pulses from beneath, blue blood turns red to black
A beat becomes a pulse grinding teeth, spine pulls down until I crack
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