Was That Life

was that life feedle ing me my memwires meaning for myself in cluded time has separated here i lay on moonbeams reconciliation never was me corners stretch out for an circle she has brutalized me my thoughts grown love somber as was still my touch remains steal my touch from stains minds before eyes mine before eyes naked as flesh was born womb split intentions split me splotchy clot me fingers penetrate the skin razor is stretched to the mind ink reaches for me continually is it ink or was that life ?
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