You have felt the ache again
thousands of blisters on your neck
wrinkled worn out fingers
rips off dead cuticles out of your forehead
stink of decaying spirit
had suffocated your time being
insects formed colonies
under your wrecked dreams
go and stand in front of a mirror
cover yourself with hopes
smile, pose, cheer
hollowed remain of human
mutated specimen
my friend
me
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