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Carved

I wanna be called irreverent
the void is gripping here
Motion to the chest, sans-head
What color would be fear?
Break open the abscess,
this body’s lease
find what’s left to obsess
and offend me, please
the black arms
suspend the corpse neatly
neck down, feet high
spend the seconds fleetingly
I like to writhe
the etiquette suits me
heart as collateral
the traditional epitome
I’m reaper’s fodder,
entombing passion,
preserved in formaldehyde,
My last bastion

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