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Having a future would soon take its toll…
My reality is doomed as my capacity becomes full.
They say all I need is hidden inside me.
But that part of me is guarded and can only be opened with surgery.
Only by tearing my tissues apart.
And cutting the harsh fabric of skin like art.
Will an ability be revealed?
Will cutting my flesh access a gift that is healed?
But all that hurts too much to reach.
And maybe some things were not meant to be leeched.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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