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Puncture holes, aging skin
Scars from sticking needles in
Got an itch i love to scratch
Got my rig, my bag of trash.
I long to feel my legs collapse
I long to feel my eyes roll back
...let go
I belt & breath
I cook & sweat
Prepare my fixture
Of regret
In dire time
In vain recline
I search & find
The freshest vine
