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Fistula

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Ulcerous rites of passage
From the tormented abscess
Of a never quite matured
Trial by existence,
I still feel all the pains
And hear the sweet cries
Grieving
As I leave paradise
for a suggestion of
Lanced release

In the suppurating cavities
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