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Wound:
Inching closer
Corrupting my ambition,
Saw your wretched incarnation
Scorn:
Growing colder
Retire my frustration,
Turning fire into stone
Disease:
Decimation,
Biding time in apathy,
We partake in betrayal
Monument:
Invite destruction
Embrace sweet silence
I bury all
My inner sculpture
I hide all
Narcotic sculpture