A piece of darkness
It boiled throughout the gaze
A sense of belonging
It shattered those caves
A primal desire
It wrinkled my spans
A thirsty crossword
It closed my verses
A sunken eyelid
It bid me goodbye
Over and above these
I pinned my red skin wallets
Echoes of elevators
I hate those horrible designs
Yet, like those swollen dishes
I ate myself half and hearty
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