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repetitive ripping of heart,
no caution flash about skins 
none concern for dishevelled habititries slicing head apart;

how've I not broken,
airs continuously squeezed;
choking,
words travel up throat yet remain unspoken,
don't care to replicate time stolen,
hate that it sips at mine focus,
must be potent potion,
mine turns a wish & slip away...
turn my page,
swear it's just a bunch of hocus pocus.