Cut Poem by Perfectly Flawed

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The coils of my conscious bind
around my heart
Choking and squeezing away
my last breath
Every lyric that falls from my tongue
is vomit of the heart
Veins etch closer to the surface
waiting to feast upon the blade
Crimson promises of solace
pure liquid ecstasy
Who could but resist such a feeling
that leaves you in Alice's wonderland
A flower in control of its bloom
as each petal falls to its death

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