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Where You Begin
The first time
Is a pin prick
To unstitch
Your skin
To feel yourself
Begin
You search your being
You are it:
Coursing through yourself
The second time
You search inside
A stranger
Behind the corner shop
You find where he begins
Adrenaline!
But come back,
Stinking of rot
Void of thought
To feel what?
What are you searching for?
To begin ag...
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