I want to be that damn grey fabric
Directly on your skin
I want to scratch till you are raw
And the red rushes to your edge
I am surprised at how you make my fists clench
Fingernail depressions in my palm
Leave tracks behind
They have split you in two
You are across a chasm from yourself
The echoes of your voice won't reach yourself
Won't reach yourself
I am the casualty
I am the ruin.
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