Disease
Throbbing, sore
The recollection of a damaged soul
These four walls hold my shadow
Relentlessly entering
Her mind, tortured, riddled
Decaying, I mold
In an instant, she returns....
Anew, im back
Through my tunnel, revived
That familiar temporary release
The feeling, electric!
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