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Cut my extremities
choke deep
on the black ink
words don't impress
not like a diamond ring
words a reflection
of my roller coaster brain
slave
I must
I need
I plead
must be more
than this globe
more than Mercedes
What the hell is
that more ?
I want to grab it,
caress it
bleed my soul
into the more
I want to change,
me
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