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the eternal battle grows
pink lipstick on the toilet stall
gray asphalt marked with pitfalls
you can't shutter your windows 
you can't escape when the wind blows 
don't retreat when the corpse crawls
when she wears the cowl and looks upon me
her face full of tiny expressions that I do not own
I see for a moment the depth of my empty soul
Violence
I'm spiraling 
darkened valleys, gray skies above
I'm falling up
into places hounded by truth
It's eating me in choice pieces
devoured and spit out
a walking keeper of spite

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