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I came to him with riddles
stern within his words
he scolded my soul, severed it open;
exposing long ill wounds,
stretching my fallacy filled skin
fallacy upon fallacy
he was wringing the truth,
he operated upon me.

his scalpel, his words;
gliding graciously upon my world,
passing through collagen,
incisions upon muscle,
slicing into sinew,
bleeding within ponder,
he pushed and pulled,
pushed and pulled,
pushed and pulled,
until I was severed

now as our laughter and minds go estray,
we now yield amongst a lovely day,
stitching the cesspool of dismay,
as painful it shall be, he operated upon me.

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