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There are lots of bruises in my name.
My eyes reflect many bullets.
Brain is filled with grey clouds, yet they won't rain.
Heart is still beating fast, but the face won't show.
Deep ocean irises, blank and dark.
It's too dark, no one can see it.
Attempting to turn a flashlight.
It breaks. Always has been.

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