MAY THE FITTEST ONE
SURVIVE THE WINTER
MAY WE BLEED LIKE PLUMS
AT THE MOUTHS OF THE RICHER
MAY WE PAY WITH PAPER
FOR EXISTENCE
MAY WE REPLACE BLOOD WITH METAL
AND COMPLAIN ABOUT
HOW BITTER
THE RUST TASTES
AT THE END OF A TUESDAY NIGHT
WHERE YOU SIT AT THE EDGE
OF YOUR BED
SLOWLY
RIPPING THE MASK
OFF YOUR FACE
TO FIND THAT
YOU RIP PARTS OF
YOUR FLESH
ALONG WITH IT




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REST OF YOUR LIFE
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